Wear no crowns and win no glory

The boy was wandering, oddly enough. Once more they had relocated and while he had spent some time making sure his new den was up to par he had not spent nearly as much time as usually upon it. He had decided he needed to socialize, probably a clear sign that something was wrong? Which they were, because in his life something always had to be going wrong! But now he found that the one person he usually could turn to was gone, his brother was off gods knew where and Soren was left to try and piece his life back together by himself.

Hazel orbs traveled blankly over nearly flat landscapes, pausing only briefly to register the strange long stone wall. With a sigh the Adravendi settled himself upon his haunches. Way to go, he berated himself internally, you go out to try and socialize and what do you end up doing? Picking the most desolate, empty space on the whole damn planet. You never change.