Golden eyes watching our every move
Losing time without the sun or moon
The light is too bright, burning the darkness of his skin. He does not like this icy hell, too open, too bright. And Heartfire is lost in her delirium, demanding another come with them. He sees no one, just she and the bone-man. “I’ll find her,” he promises pleadingly, hoping she would see sense. She is too ill, features dissolving into confusion as she tries to understand.
He has never been good with words, not like she is. Used to be. He cannot speak sense to her.
And so he does what he must, the only thing he can think to do in this situation. Slipping forward, he presses alongside her and parts the veil of shadow beneath them. It swallows the three of them, moments later depositing them in a shadowed wood. Palm trees arc above the long slender leaves and large, flat fronds of the vegetation below. Visible just through the trees stretches a sandy white beach and distant, glimmering waves.
Home. Or at least, as close as he has come outside the shadow realm.
He swiftly retreats, yellow eyes wary as he melts into the shadows. He does not know how the hard-eyed stallion would react to his uninvited actions. Heartfire stiffens the moment her feet settle on the softer earth, her body shuddering beneath a bout of sudden coughing. Her splayed legs tremble beneath her until they give way, unable to sustain her weight. She collapses, her breathing harsh and uneven.
Ether steps forward, head lifting in alarm. “Find… Woolf,” she gasps, a fine mist of blood splattering the sand as she speaks. He stills, glancing almost desperately between the two of them.
He disappears then, allowing the shadows to swallow him entirely. Find Woolf, she had said. He would.
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@[Dovev]