Submission (#2639) Approved

No matter where he goes, home isn't too far off of his mind. Sure, he's tried various comfort foods from other regions, but nothing beats the sweets in Palu'au. An orange parfait, and a non-alcoholic cocktail were his two go-to delectable choices upon revisiting his family and to check in on their jelly business. While they all chose to stay, he was the only one brave enough to set forth and experience the world that constantly turn. He even reconciled with a distant family member, and met someone new in Strynhalde. That isn't to say that he enjoys their company, because he certainly doesn't, but it doesn't hurt to have other travelers to keep his mind preoccupied. Using the spoon to stir into the cream and granola bits, Citron pulls a bit into his mouth and savors the taste. No wonder why so many Elnin are clamboring to come over here, Palu'au was certainly above the other regions. . . But perhaps that was his own pride speaking now.

On certain days, just when he felt homesick, he would daydream of his parents laughing, and to chase the tropical birds along the shoreline where the calming ebb and flow made him grow drowsy. Now that he was here, he had to experience it all again. Tiptoeing when the sun was long gone, he sat on the soft sands and stared up at the bright sky glimmering with stars. No matter his place on Eyre, he was always under the same sky as his family. . . And that thought was reassuring enough to comfort him when he knows he has to depart once more. Drawing lazily into the sand, it resembles a family portrait, and for once this kittom displayed some true child-like tendencies that were hidden to all the others he's encountered on his journey. After all, there was a reputation to uphold, a mask to press to his face and fight past every flow of truth that dare spill out. In time, he'll figure himself out,

Or at least that's what his mother says.