Falls

Nox supposed he was old enough to find a place in this world. While the mainland had been good to him these past two years, he wanted to belong somewhere, to something. Power was not something he was interested in. Instead he sought a connection, somewhere to feel wanted. His mother's death had been difficult on him. He can still remember her face, though it's hazy and he never knows if his his memories of her are real. The ones that are warm and comforting, he chooses to believe those memories.

His father was another story. Atticus had been as absent of a father as he could have been. He became immediately withdrawn upon losing the shore. Nox didn't feel any sort of connection to the place, he supposed those memories were bad. Sometimes he wished he could peer through the haze and remember what really happened when he was was so young.

Despite everything he had been through in his short years, Nox was good. Whatever good part of Atticus had been hidden away upon his descent into what he was now had manifested in Nox. He was dark with a speckling of tiny stars across his coat but his heart was light.

He had briefly considered joining his father in the lagoon and he had gotten as far as standing on the border. All it would have taken was one step and he'd have been welcomed into a band of brothers. It had been very tempting, but it wasn't what he truly wanted. And so he'd turned back to the sweet grasses of the meadow to eat his fill and fall asleep beneath the stars.

It was not often that he left the meadow, but he often visited the falls in the early mornings. When the grass was still dew-kissed and the sun had just began to peek over the distant islands. The sky was still painted in purples and pinks when Nox approached the small lake at the base of the falls. He could hear birds singing their morning tune and it brought a smile to his lips. With the soundtrack of morning behind him, Nox dropped his head to quench his thirst.