Childish Fears

Life went on and seasons changed. Noir continued on aimlessly, going wherever his heart desired. The last year he had actually been quite enjoyable. Having a consistent.. Companion? Play thing? He couldn’t really decide what she was, but he was certain his life was better with her alongside him. Maybe he was being selfish in keeping her around, but it asn’t like she had anywhere else to go. Two strays just wandering the world getting into whatever trouble they felt like. Not that trouble often came up when he had a choice. They kept to themselves and no one bothered them. He was living the life he always wanted.

Somehow, no matter how hard he tried to avoid these lands, Noir always seemed drawn back to the place he was born. There was unfinished business with his family that he thought he would take to his grave. As they wandered closer and closer to the thicket he realized that Abaven had vanished. What he had once thought an eternal institution was now gone.

He didn’t know if Duchess would realize how the fact was effecting him. Noir was much more quiet in the days they spent here, distant almost as they made camp and lingered here for the time being. He knew she would never ask or press him, but maybe that was exactly what he needed. Noir helped to prepare a fire for the time being, it helped to keep the autumn chill away. For a long moment he stared into the flames, there with Duchess physically but mentally he was years and years away.