We Forgot About It All
02-11-2015, 03:52 PM
Caeto would smile just a little brighter, his eyes shining in desire to his mother. He was going home. He would move forward to embrace her, when was the last he did that himself? Had he ever? He would pull himself back from her, looking at her for just a little longer, "See you in three days." He'd get here one way or another... He had to be here; he had to go home. He had managed to escape Arcanum without a scratch on him. Escape? No, he didn't "escape". He felt like he did, but Cat let him take his choice peacefully. If she actually understood, he didn't know. Maybe she did, but there was no point in asking. The two needed to go their separate ways on a neutral playing field. If his mother was around yet or not, he would be here all day waiting for her. He lifted his maw to let out a call but would only call once. If she were around, she would be here. Otherwise, she knew where to show. When she would come to his side, he felt inside like tears were falling from his eyes, but outside he was a stern as he always was. If she embraced him in a welcoming or if they simply just stood there looking at each other, he would still announce really to himself, "I'm coming home." |
