What if we were demigods?

"Speech"

Understood - for once he felt understood. Someone knew what it was like experiencing situations similar to his own. Alone - that was a word of the past for he no longer felt the draining emotion pull his demeanour heavily down like a stone. Another individual who he had discovered, could relate to him. They recognised him, acknowledged him. Memories came gushing back like a tidal wave. The Orphan Club; he uncontrollably smiled at the thought. If he couldn't change the events and happenings of history, then there was no other life he desired. And speaking of the very name that his oceanic friend had once suggested, perhaps it was time he paid her a visit. Carefully running through his thoughts through his mind, it seemed he had completed all of his chores. Discuss with the Azat about his education? Check. Practice hunting on small prey? Check. Learn new defences? Oh, he had forgotten all about that. Halting his trudging, he now found himself torn between two activities. Perhaps he could combine the two together, after all, the cyan yearling happened to take an interest in fighting as well. If she was up for it, there was an opportunity the two could test each other's skills and exchange knowledge. That seemed to be a better idea, and he wouldn't miss out on a time to socialise with a friend. With an altered objective, he set out to find a suitable clearing to meet her at. Maybe she would find him before he even called out for her.