The boy lived through the days with a dull ache in his chest. He was not miserable. It was the happiness that caused his heart to press hard against his chest every time it beat. The boy did not particularly like to guess the reason why that was, because a touch of some strange misery in his blooming world of colours provided him with a proper perspective and view of things that he wanted to keep. He had tossed and turned next to the latte coloured woman in the bed the two of them shared, but he was not able to sleep tonight either. Lilac eyed had rested on the puppy sitter’s sleeping form for a while after he had given up getting any sleep, but he did not want to awake her and risking a short reprimand for being awake at such an hour. Conor had moved into Alexey’s bedroom after Emwe had come to live with them in the puppy sitter’s cabin. He did not know exactly why, but he quite liked to have someone else in the room, especially if it was the caring care taker that had been both his mother and father ever since she had found his weak and life drained body in Halifax.
Without a sound, the boy slipped out of the large double bed and quietly sneaked out of the room and the cabin. Once outside, that pale lavender searched for the faint flickering of the stars, but the velvet clouds shut the sight out with their slow dance across the sky. The boy had not yet lived to see his sixth full moon, but he stood there in the optime form, the one he already had started to adopt before most others on his own age even started thinking about full body shifts between four legs and two. Cwmfen nic Graine had well proved to him that few things were impossible if the mind was set on it. The boy was already quite comfortable moving about in that strange alien body, finding it quite to his liking. The boy’s feet carried him away from those that he loved so that the restlessness could be better coped with. Faster, faster it went, and the boy was soon sprinting through the forest, quickly reaching the borders and going beyond. He pondered where that well known fear was localized. His head was empty for his old friends. Misery had kept a lot of company, but now there was only Conor Soul inside there.
When he reached the point where the air tasted of those petite raindrops, he stopped, not yet out of breath. His legs slowly gave after for the weight of the rest of his body, and the boy slowly slid down to that soft, grassy ground. The dew (or was it the rain water?) gave the world a delicate and glossy appearance, like a world of teardrops. Small pinches of cold from the many drops tickled him comfortably. It was lovely. Conor found it odd, the fact that he could find such pleasures in simple things like these. An ear flickered to prevent a few drops to run down into his ear as his mind brought him away from the presence. His father did not appreciate what he was, but there were other individuals that seemed to find him worthy of many things. He was slowly learning what friendship was. Devotion. Perhaps also there was a fleeting hint of love for that doll faced Catalyst? He did not want to think about such sticky, icky things though. The young male had not seen the white female lately though, and pondered where she could be.