Love won't let me leave

Something about her presence was not only captivating but... completely comforting. He had an all-encompassing urge to curl up against her like he might his parents, which was strange as he barely knew her. He was a quiet boy, not quick to speak to strangers, let alone embrace them. But her emerald eyes were warm and her laughter echoed that same warmth. It radiated through him like the warm from the sparkling sun that filtered down hazily from above, or like the myriad of flowers that spread out across the field did. He found himself smiling, just slightly, quite a rare expression for the serious little boy.

She introduced herself as his father's grandmother. He cocked his head to the side and he considered. He didn't know much about his family beyond his brothers and sisters and his mother and father. It wasn't that his parents didn't want to teach them, he didn't believe that to be true, but life in the north - especially the last few seasons, he'd heard - was hard. Surviving took most of their focus. He knew his parents wanted them to grow strong and capable. They were being taught to hunt and to defend themselves, to survive against the elements; there wasn't much time for stories, not really.  

She moved closer and he reached up tall to touch his nose to hers. Her name was Silent. She was not Silent at all though; she seemed the type to always have the right words for everything, he could tell that right away. The thought made him giggle with amusement. "I'm Bronze. Bronze Destruction." He knew vaguely he'd been named after someone in his dad's family, maybe, but he didn't know the full story. There was so much he didn't know, and so much he was eager to learn. He didn't think to ask where he was, or how she'd found him, or how she was here at all if she was so old. Somehow that all seemed unimportant to him in the moment.