[private] When did the colors fill in the spaces where there were none?

[Fyr]

I'll settle for the ghost of you.

The jaguar fire-wielder stays in the desert just as she had asked. He comes and goes as he pleases in these early days of Lillibet’s leadership, his main purpose on finding those that had been lost. Anyone from the South including Lily’s family, anyone from the Pampas that might have survived. There is always one scent, one face, he searches for more than the others. He had thought he had caught a whiff of it amongst the ruins after his reunion with Sickle but there had been so many stronger scents and if it was hers he couldn't be certain. There was also that pressing against his skull which had begun to thunder so hard he could no longer physically stay there. Of one thing he was certain, there had been a lot of death around the ruins and it was hard to concentrate on anything in that place when so many souls were pounding on his bond to be let in.

It is with frustration that he returns back through the low winding canyons with moonlight at his glowing back, arriving late in the night after trying (and failing) to search amongst the stones. The ache in his head had seemed to start the moment he had stepped amongst them and had only gotten worse as time went on. He had stood with his back against the locked door, feeling those souls clamoring to get out, felt as if they were literally pounding on it (on him) to come through and tell their stories. He doesn’t want to hear them. Not yet. Perhaps, not ever.

Before he could be physically sick, he had passed through the meadow with that eternal hope of finding Liesma and her stars. Alas he found no-one, the common lands unusually empty. So he heads home, or what they call home for now. Despite the headache that still makes him wince, he heads towards a familiar glowing figure and manages to find a small smile for her. “Lilybee.” He rumbles quietly, pulling the fireballs out of nothing before she can even request them. “All still quiet?” He murmurs as they begin their orbit around her but he finds himself looking away, the light hurting his feral eyes as the pain in his skull threatens to split apart again. 

FYR

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