Deep in a dark forest, after the abandonment of his mother, there sits a figure in white robes, with a long veil and no shoes. Tear stains painted down from it's eyes. Never has it had any real contact with humans. It is scared. All it wants is it's 'Mother'. Though in its own thoughts, it got startled by the noise of something, or someone from the distance, and greeted with new on flowing tears. The puppet embraced it's legs tighter, burying it's face in its knees, afraid of whatever or whoever it was.

The puppet then slowly looked up, furrowing its eyebrows as it slowly went on its knees, with a look of slight determination and hope. Hoping it was who he thought it was. It then called out quietly and nervously, it's voice quivering.

"..M-mother..? Is that you?"