"He simply sits there and stares out at the forest!" Talia shook her head, watching from the distance. The elder of the township staring out over them while listening to her
continue. "He says there is a woman that speaks to him, she calls to him and communes with him. Gregor, I believe something has gotten to him.. Spirits maybe or the loss of his parents was too great for his heart and drove him mad?
Gregor paused, the stubble that decorated his face in various hues of gray scratched under his fingertips as he ran a hand over his face. "Talia.. You saw the baskets..." Before the elder could continue, Talia gave him a stare he was all to familiar with.
"Gregor the rains have not set in for months. You know the ground is harder than iron just as well as I do and our harvests have been bare... Those baskets.. There was enough for feed us for days.. Weeks even..." Gregor raised a hand for her to be quiet. "The boy is different, Talia and you must realize that. The trauma he went through.. Witnessing the remnant at such a young age.. It would have taken its toll on anyone."
The two stood in contemplating silence as they watched the boy converse with the forest still. His gray eyes staring up at the light bugs that twinkled around him. The light almost showing pale flecks of violent within the depths of the gray. "What if there is something out there?" Talia asked, looking back to the elder once more. Her eyes searching for an answer she did not wish to find.
"Then perhaps if there is something that he seeks there.." Talia turned her gaze away from Gregor. Her features displaying disgust and disbelief as a hand covered her mouth. "He's but a boy Gregor how can you say such things." Pausing for but a moment before turning his back to the both of them. "Prepare him for the rite.. He is of age."
Kailean sat among the wet grass, his eyes twinkling with the light from the torch bugs all a glow around his head like a wreath of light. "Will you sing me that lullaby again? Please?"
