"Fig..."
His mother was trying to have A Moment. Unfortunately, Fig was in no mood. Not right now. He was here! Finally here! The first step towards his destiny!
The blue-haired boy was squirming even as his mom tried to plant a kiss on his forehead, trying simultaneously to escape the embarrassment of public motherly affection and get a better view of the camp. "Aw, mom..."
She sighed. "Fig. Look at me." She grabbed one ear and held, the motion practiced from frequent repetitions. He yelped, stopped moving, and gave her a baleful look. "Be careful, okay? Don't do anything stupid-"
"I won't! Come oooon," Fig pleaded.
"Love you," she said, quietly, and dipped her head down to finally land that good-bye kiss. Then she let go of his ear.
He zipped backwards immediately, then saluted. "'Kay, I'll see you later - when I'm a Psychonaut!" Fig grinned.
She smiled back, then stepped into the car.
Fig turned and squared his shoulders, then took a deep, deep breath of the clean mountain air. "Ahhh! That's the stuff," he proclaimed, then grinned and hopped down the path that led towards the camp.
She watched him go until she couldn't see him anymore, then sighed, shook her head, and made herself get into the car and drive away.
