Sun Mote Copse Autumn Days

the boy colored a lot like niamh — as far as rasalas could see, anyway — starts as rasalas reveals himself and the moonlight dappled boy hesitates. acclimating to his new home and remembering too keenly the thieves leaves rasalas wanting to peer down from the safety of his fortified tower. still, he is a child and with the prospect of a fairytale ending, he is curious as to how the other boy’s story will end. rasalas takes a hesitant step and then another at primrose’s invitation. oh, rasalas breathes as it’s shared that the prince and boy are both badly hurt.

he knew what that was like.

immediately, he is able to draw a connection; to relate to the story, even if it was just a little bit. do they find a healer? rasalas asks, unable to see how the prince and the boy would survive otherwise.