stop and stare — lost, duel joiner

[lavi s.]

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If one knew the luck of Lavi Solo, not a single ounce of surprise belonged to the situation befalling the present.  Perhaps the idea of becoming lost in the great wide world simply embodied the Solo-Ren family.  Force knows that the boy's twin sister had a knack for it herself.  A certain disappointment rested in the tired eyes of the youth, however, as though this time around, he felt less amused about the matter and truly lost, in all senses of the word.

Before a companion stood beside him, now he lingered alone, wondering how they had managed to get separated in the first place.  Perhaps no surprise there either, in the end.  His fiery-tempered friend had a habit of wandering and... Disappearing herself, with no clue where she lost her own tracks.  He could only hope, for the time being, she found her own way back.

He could hardly be any use when lost himself.  Chocolate eyes flickered around, studying the biome around him.  Already his plush fur seemed to soak in the moisture, flecked here and there with streaks of mud.  A trace of wonder lingered in his eyes -- he had never set foot in a marsh before.  At least he was not bored.

Releasing a quiet sigh, the youth took a seat, curling his tail neatly over his paws.  This place felt and smelled like a border.  The invisible barrier separating him from a new place, an unfamiliar group. Hopefully, he'd find help here, if nothing else.

— THERE'S NOTHING IN THIS WORLD I WOULDN'T DO