His eyes flicked back and forth between the boy closer to his age, and the stallion that was with him. The male himself didnt per se frighten him, it was more along the lines of Lucą was not expecting to see an adult. After all hed dealt with before coming to the islands, despite not having a bad experience with an adult here, he was till more than wary of those who were so much older than himself. The boy before him was probably closer to double his age, but that did not scare him. The boy introduced the dark one as Blizzard.
Eyes turned towards the boy, trying his best to not appear afraid. The boy introduced himself as Rebel, and Lucą nodded his head, indicating that he had heard. Before he could speak Rebel had more things to say.
The questions came his way in a rush, and he could not keep up at first. But Blizzard told Rebel to wait, and the boy apologized. Lucą shook his head.
Im Lucą, and I guess you could call the meadows my home, in a way. My mother
.she died on our journey here. I have no one, no friends, nothing. As he spoke, his voice softened, the grief apparent in his words. He only hoped he would not hear an immense amount of pity from the duo, it was something he did not need.
He knew in his gut mother would be astonished at his actions, that she didnt want him to act this way, but there was nothing he could do about the way he felt. Hed get better with time, of that he was sure. But other than that he wasnt ready to leave the safe areas here. He tried to stay out of view most days, not wanting to see others his age happy with their mothers.