Fairspell Meadow swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze

maegi stirs and scarab falls from her lips. he ghosts nearer a few steps, keeping his gaze locked upon her, though he still designs to leave plenty distance between them for she has not invited him closer. scarab's ears cup forth and then swivel to the side as he contemplates her question. it's abrupt, admittedly, but given her position curled near her frozen son's body does not bring with it complete surprise. it is not a far jump for scarab to assume that this might've been on her mind. i... — scarab begins and then pauses, considering it carefully.

in truth, he hasn't given it much thought on purpose. it was hard to see the destruction upon the coast and think that anyone could've survived that. he had but barely. miraculously. the last thing scarab wanted to give himself was false hope. it was easier to assume they were dead then allow himself the hope that they'd all managed to make it out alive before the worst had came to pass and be met with the devastating news that they hadn't. i don't know. he admits softly.

it's hard to imagine anyone could survive the destruction on the coast.