Distraction Island

His mother let him skirt the issue, and he felt some of the tension leave his limbs. His posture softened a little, and he nodded his head. He didn’t have to tell her about sneaking out, and the disastrous swim. At least not yet. But where did he want to go? It was an open invitation for him to go anywhere with permission and with his mum. How did he want to take advantage of that?

He turned his back on the Island. He didn’t plan to let his fear get the better of him, but perhaps it was best to tackle that where couldn’t see him. Instead, he let his eyes catch on the tall mountain peaks of the Armada. Hints of snow could be seen in the lands beyond it. “How about we go North, instead, mumma?”


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