Solace, Velk, Valdis;

[Castile]

and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was

The plague is spreading quickly, extending its dead fingers across the lands and inhabitants, hungry. Castile took to the sky, his body rippling and contorting until he was a dragon again. Sabra’s body remains on the lonely outcropping of rock off Nerine’s shore; safe, he hopes, from this destruction. The ramming of his heart against his chest fuels him with fear. Beneath him, Beqanna is dying and wilting piece by piece. Witnessing it from above quickens his momentum. Trees are a mere blur underneath his racing shadow until he banks above Hyaline.

Velk, Valdis, and Solace.
Raul and Santana.

Castile’s primary concern is his children and their lives facing the land’s turmoil.

Among the clouds, his body twists and reverts back into that of a horse, no longer requiring additional speed and strength to rush here. With a practiced grace and swiftness, he descends until all four hooves have made contact with the tall grass. Heavy bellows rattle his throat as he beckons his family, wanting desperately to see their faces amid the chaos to reassure him that they are okay, at least for the time being. Being a Caretaker of Hyaline, Solace is likely busy with her kingdom family, but Castile doesn’t take this to heart, setting aside their changed relationship for the sake of their children – and for the beautiful relationship they once had.

”Solace!” He blares again as his mismatched eyes dart back and forth across the knots of horses. ”Velk! Valdis!” His wings remain vigilant, standing high in preparation to fly and search another area of Hyaline for them. Quietly, to himself, he begs and wishes for them to find him quickly.

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