A Momentary Rest

He really wasn't very far from his home, the walk was hardly anything to give a second look at, as well Psalm had no fear of anything. He could explore and come up and talk to strangers as much as he liked. Of course his mothers had scolded him for it, but he paid them no mind. There was no danger out here, he was sure of it. He could take care of himself anyhow. Just as long as he got back every night to snuggle the women who raised him.

Wind was much more stoic than the boy, his little feet dancing beneath him as his tails swung lazily at his ankles. He couldn't seem to sit still. It was almost as if he'd been pumped full of sugar before he'd come to see the delta. Bright blue eyes watched the woman as she curiously thought of his question, it seemed like she needed a lot of thought to decide where her home was. She'd repeat the question but eventually gave him a decent answer. She would tell him that she was very far from her home. "oh." He'd answer her, disappointment obvious in his voice. He felt bad that she was so far from home, was she lost? "Lost?" He'd ask with his features still sad for her, did she need help going home? "Psalm's help?" of course his mother's taught him to always help where he could. Maybe he could do that now.

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