It’s almost weird for him to say so, so he doesn’t voice his thoughts, but without the murderer running loose some of the joy has gone out of the half-child’s life. It was a mystery to be solved, a story with an open ending that he had hoped to bring to a conclusion. Unfortunately, he hadn’t even been there to witness the reveal and capture of the horse responsible. He did not wish to be there to heckle or blame- death was not upsetting to the half-child- but he would have liked to know. He just wanted to understand how close he had been to solving the earth god’s quest on his own.

As for why he is in the meadow right now… he was considering a visit to the island (he doesn’t know it is gone) to see his beloved mother; a trip to see how she is doing and continue to try and apologize for his mistakes again. Can he ever make for what he is done? Perhaps not.

EXPLOSIONS, MOTHERFUCKER. The half-child’s ears flicker at the shout and Tobias raises his head in alarm, bleating softly. Her, the cervid offers, as his sunny gaze finds the bouncing filly in the distance. The surgeon turns as well, lids narrowing as he watches her bounce about and then lick her egg. Curious, he responds, and turns towards her. There is some mystery here to be solved, he is sure. Tobias follows, his antlers jingling with the variety of objects that hang from their times.

Perhaps they should have just kept walking.

Just as the half-child and his cervid come too close to the filly for it to be a coincidence, the girl begins to squeal. Wincing from the piercing sound, the half-child lays his ears back. Steady, he calls to Tobias, who has balked backwards from the noise and prances uneasily on cloven hooves. For a moment, neither of them know what to make of the girl and the poor creature in her egg. Still, the promise of discovery lingers in the air, and the half-child decides not to leave… yet.

“Explosions?” he queries, ears remaining half-back only because he fears that her piercing screech will start up again. Absently his gaze travels back to the hellhound flailing in its egg. She should help it, he thinks to Tobias, but does not voice this thought. It is not his concern what she does with her property, and there is no mystery of whether or not the hellhound needs assistance or not. It is beyond his interest.