[Cam]

His ears twitched. It seems his procrastination has announced itself to bite his rear end--t'is a shame that he was to leave after such a long term, but family came before all else. He took the attachments and wearily closed the outlined paper. Perhaps, he thought, shirking his work was a fruitless effort; he was only delaying the inevitable. Besides, his reluctance wasn't towards the Anubian leader herself. It was portrayed against his relocation, as he had outspoken love for the land he trekked on nearly everyday.

"Sister," he said, looking towards the ground. "It appears my time has become short-lived. I'll be gathering my featherweights."

The drenched wooden bucket was spotted over yonder, making an observant imprint in the soggy earth. He retrieved it and walked back to their encampment at a steady pace. It was an ordeal too great to bear... leaving his homestead so suddenly. A brisk voyage was in order as he wanted to continue his study right away.

"At the peck of dawn, I'll be leaving. What my travels contain will be sent back to the grove in ink."