Simply put, three-year-old Razputin Aquato was bored.
He'd been left in the caravan with explicit instructions to stay put, but there was only so much that could (or would) keep a child's mind entertained for any length of time… especially a mind that automatically tended to pick up on extra thoughts and impressions. He was working on it, he really was! …But his mom could only teach him so much, about keeping his mind…y'know, his own, because she wasn't a telepath.
That still confused the heck out of him. If his mom wasn't a telepath, why was he?
Raz didn't ponder this for long today, though. He'd been trying to figure it out for months already, and he knew that there wasn't any point in thinking about it without any new information.
The young psychic just clambered up onto his bed and sighed, staring blankly at the wall.
When Augustus returned to the caravan, he had not expected to find it empty… though it certainly shouldn't have surprised him.
"Ona?" He called after a beat, "Where's Razputin?"
The woman immediately snapped to attention, green eyes wide. "You mean he's not there?"
"I don't see- " He blinked in realization, deciding to try something else before inspiring a panic attack on his wife's part. "…Ah, give me a minute."
Lowering his mental defenses enough to cover the area immediately surrounding him, Augustus sighed in relief once he picked up the idle musings coming from inside the caravan.
It was safe to breathe again.
"Augustus?" Ona asked, poking her head into the rickety old structure after him, her brown hair falling into worried eyes.
"It's alright, I just didn't see him." The man said pointedly.
Ona let out the breath she'd been holding, too.
"Huh?" Asked a small voice, sounding somewhat surprised… and more than a bit sleepy. "Oh. Hi."
Both parents looked to one another, then the seemingly empty space on the bed.
Alright. Invisibility. Just another thing to chalk up on the "to teach about" list…
Nobody ever said being a parent was easy… especially in cases like theirs.