Little Prince

The ivory and rust boy smiled as his dad offered a bit of affection, and it felt good to walk beside him in silence. Lachlan appreciated that he wasn’t pushed too hard to do what he didn’t want to do. Torin understood he didn’t like to talk a whole lot and the silence was comfortable between them. The pair continued along the beach, Lachlan a far cry from his father’s full height. His build was similar, if not miniaturized. Eventually though Torin began a little small talk.

”A small cave with some green gems, and waterfall I think my sister would like.” He managed not to cry like a toddler about how worried he was for his sibling. ”Nothing else exciting” There were a few places of interest, but they weren’t worth mentioning. ”Do you know when we’ll leave, Dad?” He asked hopefully, completely sick of the small island.