They had set out in search of his sister, the three of them; his mother and Valerius, who seemed to hint at some idea of where Cecily might be. Signy was all but gone, no hint of the black girl. Then as they had been walking a storm had brewed above them. In the confusion Taddeo found himself separated from his mother and the chocolate male. Instinct had kicked in, sending him running in the direction they had been going.
Somewhere along the way he must have made a wrong turn as the mild rain had turned harsher, the annoyance of the wind shifting into a full on whipping threat. Hunching over himself the boy rushed headlong into the unknown, desperate for any shelter. A mangrove of trees sprouted on the horizon and Taddeo shifted his course. The thought that the trees might pose more danger than shelter didn?t cross the young male?s mind. Taddeo pressed himself against a trunk of one of the larger trees. It cut the wind some and the canopy caught some of the rain. Still the boy would be cold and wet for some time.
Fearful topaz orbs scanned the area, dread filling him up as for the first time Taddeo realized that now he too was lost.
"Speech"
