Never had a grandparent before...

Ichor felt more at home here than he had any of the other places he'd seen in Auster so far. Maybe it was the way he seemed to get turned around here, or the whispering of wind that sounded so much like voices echoing around him... The little specter slid through the dark underbrush, forked tongue flicking over serrated fangs, he was just exploring, with no real plan on his mind. It was easy enough for Ichor to slide under the roots and bushes around him, opening up a path others might not otherwise get to wander, his tiny form sometimes actually a good thing. Maybe he wouldn't get lost-

Yeah right. There came a point in the boy's walking where he realized he'd passed this particular tree like three times already... So he was no luckier than anyone else is seemed. He sat himself down on his haunches, listening to the movements of small animals in the leaf cover, and idly wondered if he ought to try and get some help. At least it was warmer here than some of the surrounding lands, he had no understanding that Auster didn't usually get snow but he'd been confused to discover it was winter here... Well except of course in the weird autumn pockets, which this forest was in.

"Ichor talks like this"