The Sunspire go straight at the sun

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He felt lighter than before. Moving seemed easier, more maybe it's just his lungs adjusting and his mind playing with him, but he can't find it in him to mind right now. After that ugly static of constantly having to go somewhere else cleared away bit by bit, he can still find some solace. And, it's been so long. It feels strange, oddly precious, but he knows to enjoy it while he has it. With him, the balance is delicate, prone to shift -- yet he doesn't teeter so badly with mountainside underfoot, evidently.

So consumed with himself, his sensations, and the spaces he traversed, he noticed he was being watched perhaps a few beats too late for his preferences. Inari might have paled, had he the time. Instead his ears swung up and breath caught short. This soon glides his feet to a slow stop.

Him.

Familiarity rang somewhere distant but terribly distinct, and that was what startled the pale rover, but it was nothing beyond the sight of him (a countenance he'd not be wise to forget about, imposing and carved by the wild itself) that he could really remember outright. Inari couldn't find the words for it either, besides feeling somewhat relieved, so he let his head tilt sideways subtly as he switched his tail. "You," came his next breath gently, sounding awfully at peace for encountering a nameless, one-eyed beast of his stature.