With The Lights Out It's Less Dangerous

Maeva snarled as she marched across the plateau, frustration, fear and anger were bubbling through her body as she continued the fruitless search for runaway son. What had the boy been thinking? Had she done something terrible? True, her fight training methods might be a little harsh but she loved her boy, she was sure he knew that so what on earth had prompted him to do this? While he was resourceful and smart he was still only six months old and she was almost frantic in trying to find him but the boys scent had long since been lost to the wind and the rain. Again she found herself cursing the old fool that was supposed to have been watching Eilan. What stories had he put in the boys head?

Maeva moved with a sturdy dominance that hid most of her inner turmoil. Purposeful and precise movements were her signature and in times of stress she found herself instinctively tightening her hold on herself. Golden eyes spied a young woman up ahead. Finally a native!

"Excuse me girl! I'm looking for my son. A six-month old boy, brown fur, black stockings, green eyes. Have you seen anyone matching that description?" It was a complete shot in the dark but she had to start somewhere.

"Speech"