an adventure of just you and me

His mother had grabbed him earlier in the day for an adventure and, eager to both see the world and spend time with her, Charlie had jumped on the opportunity. He kept close to his mother as they traveled out of the Armada’s lands, even if his blue eyes were sweeping across everything in the wide, open world around them. He was happy, ears twitching as he glanced back to his mother. He didn’t say anything yet, but there was warmth radiating from him as he looked upon the woman. Sometimes words weren’t needed, just being together was enough. For Charlie that was a truth - he was happy so long as he was in the company of his family.

They had finally made it to a stretch of land and before them, the island loomed. Though Charlton could not see the far bits of the island it was a bowl-like shape and, rising from the very center, was a mountain of sorts. It was huge, stretching even further into the sky than the caves of the Col, or at least Charlie assumed it did. The whole place seemed huge, bigger than the strip of sand that was on the way that would lead them there. His mother spoke, warning of the fog that could swallow him up if he wasn’t careful and separate the two of them.

“I’ll be careful, Mom.” Charlie promised. “I don’t want to lose you either.” He smiled back at her, a youthful innocence in his gaze. “So far this place looks really neat! And big!” He turned his gaze back to the island. “Are there wolves living in that mountain too? What is this place called?” He asked, watching as more of the mists moved and parted ways, revealing more and more of the island to him.

"Speech," 'Thought.'