To be honest, though he would never admit it, there was a part of Kismet that was feeling trapped once more. Soren's moods, his mother's pregnancy he had to be a good brother and son and step up to help the family he wouldn't fault them for that but there was a part of him that still desperately wished to return to Warja, find adventure as and when he pleased. It was easy being around her, sure she certainly gave him something to worry about some times but it certainly wasn't whether she was going to bite his head off as he'd brought the wrong thing for dinner.
He hadn't brought anything with him now as he went to check on his mother, she'd been gone for a while, a stupid thing in his opinion, not that he dared to voice it with his mother so moody right now. He'd learnt that she was back now though and curiosity would bring him to her den. His speed would increase as he heard her whimpers of pain and concern would immediately strike the boy. "Mum?" He questioned, not daring to simply barge right in though he lingered at the entrance, mismatched eyes peering inside to try work out what was happening. "Mum, what's happening? Are you ok? Should I get help?"
