Where are you?

The young boy didn't want to stop until Malalia was found. He had traveled more in the last few days then he ever had before. At first, his searches had been rushed, irratic. Now he was slow and cautious as he took on the hopeless job. Slowly searching through the different terrains in the hope that he might find evidence of her passing. He was tired, and walked slowly. Despite himself, he began to slowly appreciate the sights. He had travelled a long way to get here, but he felt as through he was only just now beginning to open his eyes

The endlessly tall trees around him looked like they would be a challenge to climb. It would be an experience he would relish, if he could just pause for a moment to do so. It didn't feel like it would be right, so he kept on going. It was some time later, traveling the woods, that he realised he had been here before. His grandmother had taken him when he was younger to learn to hunt in difficult terrain. He treasured the memory and the time he had spent with the sturdy woman. No memories of Malalia lingered here, just as no evidence stood of her passing.