[private] Out of touch, are we out of time?

[Fyr]

I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget

He had almost given up his search when there is a whisper of shadows.

The darkness writhes and Firion appears abruptly before him. Both are startled by the appearance of the other and flames erupt around him (and ripple down his spine) before he realizes his own foolishness and quickly puts them out, leaving just flickers of embarrassment along his backside. The stallion speaks and Fyr glances down at the forest floor with his peculiar yellow eyes, unable to ignore the fact that they both glow golden where the moonlight manages to filter through the thick canopy.

It doesn’t take him long to realize that something is different about Firion. It starts with his voice, the raw grit to it, that brings his gaze back up quickly. “I was looking for you.” The yearling colt admits solemnly, searching the other’s face and finding something recognizable there. Something to do with his eyes or the tightness around his mouth… It reminded him of the Prince’s hard pressed grimace as the mare erupted into flames. It reminded him of Falter and the strain in her words when she spoke about her missing father.

Grief was always walking behind Death’s coattails, an early lesson he had learned when he had summoned the soul of the newborn dead girl. Where death had been, grief was quick to follow. 

He hesitates for a moment, sending new flames to scorch along his vertebrae, as he gathers his courage. Firion was still very much a stranger to him but he cannot help the sudden need to connect to the man, to let him know he recognized what the adult was struggling to contain. That he wanted to understand it. Did he also know the jaguar mare? Or was it something else equally as terrible? One step, then another as he drifts closer to him before he presses his glowing muzzle to the other’s neck, extending his own as far as he can reach. He lingers there for a moment, barely daring to draw in a breath, before looking up at his sire with those strange feral eyes. No words come to him but sometimes words aren't needed at all. Another lesson he was learning when it came to death and it's favorite companion. 

fyr

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