After the multitude of bombshells dropped on me by Zerath and Stephanie, I'm feeling tired even though it's still morning.
Collecting myself and my hunting stuff, I tell the rest of camp that I'm going to take a walk to think and clear my head.
There's a bit of protest, but no one really puts up any fight against it.
Dispelling the dome I had constructed and walking out of camp, there's just so much to think about.
First and foremost, Gust. It's obvious to me now why he felt the need to leave after making sure I was alright and telling me what happened and where he's been. He's scared. Scared I'm going to think of him as a monster and reject him as my dad.
Honestly, if I was a normal kid, I probably would. I mean, according to Zerath, Tiamats hate spirits and hunt them out of the pure pleasure and money they make off taking their magical bits. But after living with them, I can't believe that at all.