Wild Berry Meadow An avalanche

On the beach of Minrathous, there were countless times where he wished she would look upon him the way she looked at Maelia—she looked at the fiery phantom as if Maelia hung the stars in the night sky. Yet, when those wild, bright eyes land upon him—a dam holding back a flood—Aldric feels a pang in his chest. His skin crawls, claws desiring to grip at the ground, and so he flexes his limbs unconsciously.  

Really, he replies, steady—a boulder surrounded by a rushing rapid. His lips fold the opposite direction, golden eyes sparking with a new ember. His eyebrows furrow, it is the most emotion that Aldric has worn in months. Ever since the rush of rage that filled him the day he found out about their exile. They tried their best to keep the beast from breaking the chains and chasing after them. Ultimately that caused the volcano to erupt, and now he is here—bowed before the person he treasures most.

I thought of you every day. Every morning when he woke, every night before sleep—and in his dreams.