Against all better judgement (as much of that as a seven year old might have), Caesar the child had finally decided it was time to try and find home on his own. Everyone kept telling him he couldn't do that. He also knew there were monsters out here, having run into one before in the city, but there had been monsters outside of towns where he was from just the same. He had a knife. That ought to do.

What had finally driven him to make the attempt was hearing they were rounding up the children to keep an eye on them and, well, that seemed like it really was kidnapping, against all the assurances he had been given otherwise. So he had taken what little camping supplies he could carry with him, items thankfully left in his room, unknown to him, by his older self, and took off as fast as he could. They weren't his parents or brother or any of the maids or tutors from home, they couldn't tell him what to do, nor could they stop him.

Not that anyone had to stop him in the end, when he managed to stop himself. He'd gone to sleep upon reaching this far out and it wasn't until the ground shook that he woke again, slowly and stiffly, as sleeping outdoors had not been something that teenage Caesar had been expecting. Over the night, his timeline had done a hop back to where it should be, and now he wasn't sure where he was and there was something that sounded huge rumbling far overhead.

"What? When did...?"

He sat up, bright red hair wildly messy from sleeping on the ground, and cast about in a startled fashion, trying to find the source of the noise. It didn't take long.

Something that size was hard to miss.

And the sight of it had him up in a split-second and darting across the ground out of Simmaeri's path to find cover!