Northstar Vale i don’t understand us, you should find your way home

forward dated to the 7th at night

Well here he was again, back in that familiar dome. He knew he'd be back in the end and he had prepared for the emotions that would assault him. Nothing could prepare him for how he felt when he actually stepped into the vale.

Cupid couldn't breath. He wanted to cry, or scream, or run. Any blissful feeling that was present before was gone within a second. This was a prison in which he could not escape from. Looking over the land, knowing freedom was just beyond these walls, made it all the more torturous.

Deep breathes, he couldn't break down now. He was at the bottom of the vale where most of the courtiers roamed and he didn't want to be spotted by any of them. A bit of Mal's scent was still intertwined with his fur, and that would make lying about his whereabouts much harder. Cupid fell into a brisk stride