Addio per ora, credo

When he had accepted the offer, he had been very excited. Training! His greatest dream was to learn everything he could about healing, to become a master, someone that others could depend on. He wanted to be able to teach, wanted to show others how to do the things he could do. He wanted to make his parents proud! But now...now he was almost regretting accepting the invitation. He was going to miss his friends and family and abaven. He missed his father and mother already, very dearly, ever since they decided to go on their journey...and now, he was about to go on one of his own. It's sole purpose was to teach him how to heal, teach him more than the basics he knew. But that meant his other training would have to be put on hold, which meant he and Motif wouldn't spend as much time together. With a gentle sigh he moved along the rapids, searching out Motif. He had been distracted by her daughter the previous time and completely forgot his purpose, but now...he needed to say goodbye to his Auntie. Arian would come any moment now. He stepped up to her den, cleared his throat and hoped to the stars that she was there. "A-auntie Motif?" He called in his stutter, hoping she was there. Starling only had so much bravery in him...and that was very little, infact.

"Burn Baby Burn"
"Italian"