Every Year. Every year he ventured out at the behest of his brother, Every year he chose to try to make pleasant memories where sorrow still lay within his breast. More often than not, he succeeded. He found bits and baubles the children of the cove would enjoy, gifts for friends, for family, and this year he had even managed to spend a small amount of time wandering the grounds, and, of all things, dancing. In his cabin aboard the Raven's Caw, he could hear her Captain, his brother, the Admiral, snoring in his chambers, adjacent to his own. Staring up at the shifting, rocking ceiling, rolling with the tide, his mismatched gaze blinked once, twice, before a shimmer of starlight could be seen across the hewn wood... an illusion of the stars above the ship. He wondered, briefly, if Jareth had found what he sought. As for himself? Well, he wasn't ending any lifelong crusade to find happiness anytime soon. The return home from such events was always the hardest. Not because he did not want to go. On the contrary, it was where he felt the most comfort, where his son was.. at least for now. *Lytharos.* His mind drifted to the boy. Fifteen years old, with his mother's spirit and his uncle's drive. Soon, he would seek out a Knight to squire him. He should have left long ago, but Jaredian had come up with a multitude of reasons why he needed him there... though he never voiced the one most close to his heart. Without his son there, he would be truly alone. Then what? Help Jarethius run the company? Tend the bar? He really had so very little to do on a daily basis away from these grand events... and he could not help but feel a longing for more. *He really should get out more.*