73rd day of Winter, 511
Alistair looked back at Endrykas as he strapped the last bag to Bay. She looked to be ready to leave but he still had a few things to do before they left the city. He tied Bay to a nearby tree as he jogged back into the city. People were already starting to pack up the items they did not need to survive. They were preparing for the migration in a couple of weeks.
He jogged into his mother's pavilion. Most of her possessions were in boxes in the corner. His mother was sitting at a small table near the back of the room, she looked up as he entered.
"You're leaving again, aren't you Alistair?" She asked, he could see the sorrow in her wise eyes. He walked over to her and put her hand in his.
"You know I can never stay in one place too long." Alistair told her. A tear fell from her cheek. The look on her face almost made him want to stay and help with the migration.
"Sometimes, I wish you were not so much like your father..." She stated. She looked up into his eyes. They were both staring into the same image, Alistair had inherited her eyes, but everything else about him was more like his father. He knew what she was seeing, what she was feeling. She was staring into the face of her husband once more, telling him good-bye as he left on another of his adventures.
"Mum, I have to leave this time." He explained. "At least this time I will not be on my own this time." He was traveling with Nehsmay. He knew she would have been much happier if he had found a Drykas to travel with. She painted a small smile on her wizened lips and hugged him.
"I know, I will still worry about you as I always do." She whispered in his ear. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her as well. "I will miss you, my son."
"And I will miss you, Mum." He broke her grasp on him. Reluctantly, he walked out of the pavilion. A debate went on in his mind as he made his way back to where Bay was standing with his gear. She bowed her head at him in a way that it looked like an approving nod.