Phoenix Maplewood darling, a bad romance

he flinched a little when her harder tones razed his ears. it was the straw to break that humped back, and even as Saena revealed herself, and showed him the forest, Cas felt tears sting his eyes. was he so unmanly that he had to cry every five seconds. "'m sorry," he responded in a voice gone hoarse with sorrow, his own ears cupping his skull. the image of Behati's broken body on the shoreline haunted him; he bit his lip to keep a sob from escaping, and when he had found some shattered bit of composure, he glanced at the pale woman again.

she looked better than when he had seen her last, but not by much. "I'm glad I found you," the Mayfair boy murmured with genuine relief. he couldn't have gone on running for long, and if anything, this trip had taught him that he simply could not outrun the pain, no matter how hard he tried to do just that.

"I'm Casmir Mayfair, Lasher's son," the former Donnelaith-dweller revealed, looking for the first time at the forest. it promised resplendent colour, though right now it looked like every other melted place. "I -- I was hoping that maybe I could live here. I'll do right by you, Sae -- Ms. Saena," the lanky wolf amended, remembering his mother's Manners Course 1010. "I can hunt, and fish -- I can outride, carry messages, whatever you need," he finished, drawing in a breath meant to hide a sniffle -- though it didn't really.