I watched, patiently, while Ajax thumbed through his ledger.  "The young master has business to attend out of the city, I'm afraid."  The answer I'd anticipated.  Throughout these months of being cared for by Mr August, I began to see a pattern that coincided with the lunar cycles.  When the moon neared its fullness, he always took a trip to some far-away place while leaving all else behind as if he were in some great rush to be away from home.  It wouldn't be until much later that I'd learn the reason why, however, I still bathed in childish innocence and simply offered Ajax a nod and a brief explanation of my plans for the day.

There were many things I had begun to learn beneath the gentle guidance of Mr August.  How to best utilize Pig - the hook sword - in order to protect me from any threat.  I didn't mind the lessons even if they left me feeling weak and exhausted.  One of my favourite things, however, was to sketch. 

Admittedly I wasn't very good at it but Mr August still encouraged me to practice.  Practice creates perfection, Ajax would say when he saw the frustration begin to start.  It was through his suggestion that I take my supplies out into the wilds and see if I couldn't find some peaceful thing to draw.

He was strange, I'd admit, the subject of my latest piece.  I had quietly watched from the shade of the forest line as he played and frolicked before inevitably falling into the throes of sleep.  There was a part of me that said to go back home, to be happy with what I'd drawn thus far but another whisper claimed my thoughts and lured me closer to the sleeping boy.  I crouched down, drawing pad and pencil in hand as I attempted to sketch the more intricate details of his strange ears.