AARYN
When he'd left Gar, it had been with the intention of attending the disformed. They were usually at the cave in the mornings, and he'd not been as present lately. They'd be wondering what happened last night after he disappeared. And if he and Elreth were to speak with the elders about mating, he wanted his council to know of it as well.
Not to mention that he had a little bit of a point to prove.
Except, on his way he'd decided to stop at home and bathe and change his clothes. But when he'd left his bedroom, ready to head out, it occurred to him how quiet the house was. His mother was almost always home. The tribe provided for her as a widow, and because since she was so low on the hierarchy, it was always difficult for her to find work. She took in washing sometimes, or mending. But usually she spent her days cooking and reading, or occasionally painting. And even though she was quiet, and her pass-times were quiet. The house wasn't usually still.
