[Kellan was feeling listless and uninspired. He and Amalia had mapped a good chunk of Thunder Junction, and for the first few weeks, it had been fun. But now he was restless. He thought he had been ready to settle and rest his feet for a while, but now he wasn't so sure.

He was still looking for his father in strangers' faces, wondering if they were him in disguise. Suppose Oko was missing him as much as Kellan missed him.

Kellan sighs and thumps his head lightly against the cliff's rock face. He rests his head against the warm stone for a moment before pulling back and putting his hat back on.

Amalia had decided to spend the week in a little town with vampires from various planes of the multiverse, those who didn't fit in with the vampires of their plane for one reason or another. Kellan had stayed for a day before feeling restless and deciding to do some scouting ahead. And maybe that had been a mistake, as now he had too much to think about and no one to distract him from his own thoughts.

Allowing himself the luxury of a sigh, Kellan gave his shoulders a roll and summoned his magic, lifting into the air a bit. There was a small cave higher on the cliff face. He could camp there tonight. In the morning, he'd go to a spring and wash up before heading back to the vampire town to see if Amalia was ready to move on or not. If she weren't, well, he'd figure something out.]