Lion Head Mesa and there's a storm that's raging

maegi's rooms. how he looked forward to them living together alongside two pale children, a little noble family within the palace.

but before he could enter the rooms to reminisce, to pretend, he found the wraith.

his shakes worsened a moment, then they calmed into a consistent trembling. he looked upon the black, silver-eyed mazoi, snakelike in sleekness, and found his voice not leaving his mouth.

he had to take a shaky breath and close his eyes a moment, before looking again and weakly parting his lips to say;

"she's gone."

spoken as if to empty air, not even a question. it surprised him how easy it was to admit.

it shamed him how he expected to be told no.