What fickle flame (Straia, any)

[Gryffen]

It took him long enough. Really how do you go this long without noticing your own child is missing? Since he had stolen the colt and spirited him off to the Chamber, he hadn’t seen him since. It was assumed Straia had stored him into a cabinet somewhere, a place where nobody would find him and he would not escape. And then they had waited. It seems today the wait is over. His own feathery raven, swirling with shadows and nightmares, brings him the news. Since he had risen to Master of Whisperers he had started to understand the language of his raven. So far it had only been his raven, the others kraws and caws were simply just that. His raven however, the kraws were a white noise in the background of it’s words. The bird has flown through the pines to the scarred burnt ground that had yet to regrow. His own personal graveyard that the Chamber ghost could haunt when he wasn’t terrorizing the Mountains. It’s talons close sharply onto the white stallion’s shoulder, reopening old wounds that he’s long grown accustomed to. The falling water man is here but he is two faced. Gryffen narrows his red eyes as it crows into his ear. The bird usually spoke in riddles or gave odd descriptions and he didn’t always pick up right away what it was trying to tell him. This time though, it was pretty easy to figure out. The water part at least, the second part not so much. In the distance he hears a call ring out. The raven was right, they had a visitor. Ruffling his feathery wings, he leaves the snowy clearing and makes for the border. His hooves crunch over the fine layer of snow, his crimson gaze brighter in the stark whiteness of his surroundings. Kushiel is already there, comparing fire stories it seems. He takes in the newcomer quickly, noticing the flicker of white flames around his ears. Neat trick. ”Our visitor is armed. This seems to be a not so friendly visit.” He muses aloud, unfurling his wings as he closes the distance between them. His raven calls out, an alarm sound, although there is no need for it. A cool and calculating look is given to the stallion, now able to see the burnt side of him. Ah, two-faced. Makes sense now. ”I suggest you douse your flames. We wouldn’t want to perceive you as a threat now would we?” Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf