Feather Pendants and Disappointment

The sounds of revelry were closer here. Crux had waited, he'd waited until the pack had taken their prize, he'd waited until everyone started to trickle back home. He waited until he was well and truly alone. They were all tired. He would only slow them down, besides he wanted to gather some herbs while he was here. No really, please don't wait up. When it'd finally happened, even getting Riya to agree to return without him Crux had waited still. Watching, certain his father would not have let him stay behind. When he felt like he could wait no longer Crux finally turned towards the islands, towards the place he hoped he'd see him again. The feather he wore around his neck felt heavier than it ever had as it bumped into his chest with each step.

The raiders it seemed had decided for a post raid party, even though they'd been defending, even though... They'd lost. He'd even heard Andy had been invited. Somehow that seemed to fit. He doubted they'd have chased him away but Crux didn't really want to be spotted by the raiders, except for one. But that clandestine feeling also meant he wasn't about to call for his childhood friend either. He got as close to the gathering, standing beyond the ring of light the pyre cast, though he doubted it'd be hard to see him regardless, considering they'd attacked in the morning and it had been over sooner than Crux could have imagined. So he kept himself pushed into the shadows, just sort of hovering... Hoping he'd spot the boy, be able to call him over... Something.