memories of all that's left behind

When Zerachiel didn't show up at Ishiah's tent in the afternoon for his normal bout of training, the blonde had suspected that something had gone awry. At the same time, it was difficult to know for certain; one thing that Ishiah had observed about Zeke long ago was that he was more the type of person who would be swept away by distractions, often coming back without any way of recognizing that he was in the wrong at all for missing a lesson. Upon receiving a note from Trixa in the mail, however, he felt that his suspicions were confirmed. Someone who had been with Zeke for years, who cared for him only in the way that family could and spared no time or detail when it came to watching over the boy, would know if he had left.

It was really too bad.

Ishiah walked on over to the pair's hut, just across from his own in Bohemia, as soon as he'd returned from a shift at work. Quietly, he knocked on the front door, knowing Trixa would hear. Suspecting that she would need to talk about it, or at least to commiserate about it, as much as he needed that.

He still wasn't accustomed to losing family. And this time, without any guarantee that he would find Zeke again later on in life.