The Weight of our Hearts

Ro had a broader view of the world, well Darrow was confined to the one around him. It had been his brothers idea to search for their fathers family, well Darrow was simply content to wonder, see, and learn. It was good to have a purpose, a place to seek out, without it Darrow would have simply wondered until his feet gave out. With a memory like a painting, it was easy for Arch to learn, but it was understanding that sometimes gave him trouble. He added emotions and fancies to everything he saw, giving it a fantastical gleam, and well sometimes that helped him see the hidden depths of things, it was Ro that could see the world for what it was.

His brother put a question to him, and Arch shrugged his slim shoulders, his eyes following the trail of a bird in the open blue of the sky. “I vote North” he decided, it was the direction the bird had been coming from, before it had passed over them and vanished into the expanse of the endless sky.