For lack of a mother - technically, he knows he has one, and he knows who she is but that’s about it - Isilya was the closest thing for Toivo, like maybe a big sister or an aunt who took care of him. Unbeknownst to him if the reason for it had been something happening to his birth mother or if Isilya had even wanted to care for a child in any way at all - be that as a friend or a family member - he was carefree around her, having known her all his life to be the one thing he could count on - well and the volcano obviously.
Raindrops seek to bother him, but they’re as soft as the magician’s voice, and the boy beams as she mentions a trip. ”Yes! Yes yes!” he dances around her, then stops, a deep childish frown etching into his light features.
”Where is it?”
@[Isilya]
Raindrops seek to bother him, but they’re as soft as the magician’s voice, and the boy beams as she mentions a trip. ”Yes! Yes yes!” he dances around her, then stops, a deep childish frown etching into his light features.
”Where is it?”
@[Isilya]