imagining wylan, nearly drowning, thinking he’ll be reunited with his mother soon.
imagining wylan, nearly choking on the tannery fumes, thinking he’ll be reunited with his mother soon.
imagining wylan, fighting his first dangerous fight, thinking he’ll be reunited with his mother soon.
imagining wylan, actually being reunited with his mother and in the living realm. finally feeling, alongside so many other things, gratefullness that he’s still there. and so is she.












