Finding a journal
Thorne had been unable to sleep, his thoughts kept turning to his twin over and over again. Not having Rowan here was like a permenant ache or the constant feeling he'd misplaced something. The thought that Rowan was going through the same thing only made it harder for Thorne to endure. Goddess, what must Rowan be thinking? That Thorne had just disappeared? He had to be thinking the worst.
As soon as the laughers melted away, Thorne climbed down and walked away from the camp. He wasn't going in any particular direction, just moving. Yes, he had friends here and people he cared about, but he missed his home dammit and more than that, he missed his brother. He kicked a small rock and swore softly. It simply wouldn't do for the others to see him getting melancholy. Not when he was supposed to be the optomistic one. He headed to the West, not sure why other than he hadn't really been in that direction.
About an hour's walk out, he decided to climb a tree and see if he could find any pesk nests. Might as well forage while he was out moping.
As he climbed from branch to branch, he looked and finally found a nest with a few eggs. He put them in his pouch and was getting ready to climb down when he noticed a bit of white paper stuck futher into the hollow of the tree. Intrigued, he fished it out and found it was a bunch of notebook paper tied together with ribbon.
Seating himself on a branch, he started flipping through it, eyes going wide. There were descriptions of plants and animals and little faded sketches and all the information a botonist or herbalist like himself could possibly want. But...what planet was it for? Then he saw the picture of a pesk and knew. Someone had been here before..and they'd left the beginnings of a field guide.
"RO!" Laughing, he skinned down out of the tree and went in search of Rowan, she was going to be so happy!