Shakespeare had no idea what was happening. One moment he had been happily exploring the lands perhaps in hope of finding more adventures and new friends and the next moment he had heard his mother's anxious cry for their father. To be completely honest he assumed Caesar had gotten into some kind of trouble though it was more than that, the urgency was different to her usual tones and he had arrived in time to be herded away from her by some stranger.
The journey hadn't been any help in revealing what was going on really and Caesar wouldn't help matters at all. He didn't throw the word hate around too often, tended to avoid any confrontation with his brother but in that moment Shakespeare hated him. It wasn't so much the dirt either, how on earth could he go along so happily? Shakespeare was miserable, he wanted his mother, even the company of his father would be more welcomed that this man He would keep close to Colette hoping seeking her comfort as much as giving his own. Hopefully answers would soon present themselves, perhaps it would all be one big misunderstanding and before bedtime they would be back with their parents like none of this had ever happened.
