Meadow

Rebel was upset with him. He hated that. He didn't like the idea of a new friend hating him. But at the same time Lucà wasn’t ready to pick a permanent home. It was as if he had some tightly wound string that was keeping him tethered to the meadows and falls. As if leaving that area would break that tether and he'd lose her memory forever.

Rebel asked how he felt safe with the lagoon so close. And honestly, he never noticed it. He stayed where he was and never ventured close enough to any border that may be dangerous for him. “I’ve never been bothered by anyone there, I don't get close enough. I stay here or in the falls, and keeping to myself has worked so far. It's not that I don't appreciate the offer, because I really do. I don't think I'm ready for a permanent home yet.” He hoped Rebel would understand, because if he didn't, then it meant that Lucà was losing a friend before they really knew each other.

Blizzard then spoke, asking if he could come closer. Lucà knew in his gut that he wasn't dangerous. So he dipped his head, “You can come closer if you want.” He didn't know what else to say. Meeting new people is hard, and uncomfortable and maybe he wasn't cut out for this friend thing?