There was moment taken for solitude that night as well, though much of the time the young man found himself alone. Félicien loathed that feeling, but, in the end, it made those moments that he did spend with his family all that more special. He would pad on under the moonlight, along the waters that held so many memories. Good and bad mingled within his head, and the boy would give a soft sigh as he looked up at the moon. Sometimes his life felt empty... and he wasn't quite sure what it was that was missing.
As he went on to climb the falls he would catch a familiar scent; the scent of Frith. The young man would continue to climb, wondering if he might have a moment with the older man. He didn't know him well... but he hoped to remedy that and get to know him a little better with this meeting. He would arrive, coming up quietly beside him. Bi-colored eyes would look to the other and he would speak softly.
