this is home

The obvious allure of places unknown set a yearning in the boy that conflicted with his inner fears. He couldn’t even make it out of the bedroom before he was worried he would become lost, let alone exploring the world. He could see vast amounts of land from the balconies, and wondered if their castle home could be seen from all across the world. Memories like this, wondering about the world with his dad nearby, he’d remember for the rest of his life. One day he’d look back at his timidity and believe himself foolish, but it was the natural course of being a pup. He had to experience and learn as life went along.

His dark paws didn’t really stop moving even when his father joined him. Silas was certain that he could explore the castle for a lifetime and never find out all of its secrets. Did his sire know all there was about their home? He felt like if he asked it would be a bit like cheating if he didn’t find out for himself. As turquoise eyes wandered the halls Artorias went on. Yes, he would be able to explore the world, even on his own eventually. Just as his father had done years before. The caveat being that he needed to return, that he would never forget where his home was. ”I won't forget.” He smiled as he looked back at his dad, a promise he would do his best to keep.

His attention hadn’t strayed too far from the painting he’d been staring at when Artorias walked up. It had faded colors, but the hints of gold and the impending doom of the strange creature captured his attention. He wasn’t sure what drew him so much, except perhaps the feeling of anticipation and the thought that the creature should not be killed. Though it was just a painting, and who knew what its true fate was or might have been. Or even if it had existed in the first place. ”I.. I want to know what happens. Why do they want to kill the white beast? Did they do it, did it escape…?” He didn’t know, and he didn’t think they would ever really know.