Dragoncrest Cliffs my tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you

There was much that Artaax had inherited from Thuringwethil, even though he didn't actually share any of her DNA - a fact he remained oblivous to. Her propensity toward silence was one of those. The boy had never been much of a talker. Only his more talkative siblings had ever been able to pull the words more easily from his lips. In their presence, as well as Wildfire's to an extent, he could chat and banter with the best of them. But the easy silence he slipped into with his nomi was more natural to him, and he found every moment of it highly enjoyable.

This was no exception. The boy leaned into his nomi's touch with a soft growl of affection, watching as she settled in and began to endulge. A smile slid across his lips as she tore into the flesh beneath the pale feathers, staining more of the bird with brilliant red. After a minute or so, he slid down onto his belly and dropped his head onto his arms, looking out at the ocean as the waves steadily rolled in, fell away, then rolled in again.