"True, but you don't seem the 'drown your sorrows' type." Bolion sighed, then switched topics, "So where do you come from? Is there a clan of tailed, horned people waiting in the mountains?"
He leaned back, dropping his head behind him and watching the stars shine between the dark green leaves and listening to the rustle of little animals in the grass. He missed home. Not his house, or even the one he grew up in, but the feeling of home. It had been far too long since he had felt that.
He remembered his birth mother vaugely, as her image in his mind had faded over the years. Subconsciously he began to play with the tips of Della's hair, as he had done with his mother as a child, and sighed, remembering a time when he had gone through these trees many, many years ago, under much different circumstances.
