Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda

Aerie had disbanded some time ago. Without them, time seemed to drag on for him. The Abraxas had split ways, and while he wasn't an Abraxas, they had started to sort of feel like family. His mother had also gone her own way. Though she was old, he knew she could take care of herself. She was strong, knew what she was doing, and him...? He had no fucking clue. He didn't want to seem that way, so he parted ways with his family to head out on his own. He had been lazy with any and all training that had been offered in Aerie, and now he regretted not trying to learn a damn thing. He kicked a rock out of frustration, watching it fly until it landed in the water. He sighed as he slid onto the ground, tucking his feet under him as he lay there like a sphinx beneath the willow. The day was cold, early still, and he just...sat there in silence, nothing but the sound of the wind in the trees as he contemplated his life up to now.