Keep your Head in the Clouds

He was a bit further from home than he should have been. Some pups wandered because they felt lonely or isolated, some because they were bullied or wanted to escape the chaos. But Aeron? He had no reason, no general idea of where he was going or why. The young male only let his feet take him wherever the right direction seemed to be, his mismatched eyes barely paying attention to where he was going, only focused enough to make sure that he didn't trip over his own feet. The eastern lands were to some, beautiful, but to him they were too lively, too teeming with anything and everything. Of course, it was all a bit chilly, and when there weren't a plethora of trees littering the area there was sure to be snow. His small figure shivered lightly, but his winter coat had started coming in and protected him from the deep chill that could set in his bones and make him ill.

Through forested areas and rocky expansions he walked, walked for hours, slowly tiring but none of it showed on his face. That blank visage never wavered, never flashed with emotion or expression. The calm was strange, but it seemed to be all that he knew. Of course there was the warmth that he felt for his mother, his siblings, was that love? At times he was curious about the fickle feeling, but he wasn't at the age to go chasing relationships. Perhaps though, that was what he was missing, that little fraction to the equation that left the poor boy off kilter.

For now though, he didn't know that he was off kilter. He was Aeron, son of Luce, member of Tortuga and... and wandering. The sound of water could be heard in the distance, and he was curious enough to see what it was. And so he veered off course and toward the sound, wondering what lie ahead.