Sunbeam Lair seorsum

She wanted to break in to that wall once more—a tiny wrecking ball of havoc. She wanted to talk of how she had to mend Towhee once more, and that the woman would likely have appreciated a visit from him, her past leader. Or how she had held Reyson only nights before, so panicked he was at the thought of going to the land of Akashingo. Instead, she was reduced to a mere kitten, the thunder continued to roll, and she found herself distracted.

Then, finally, if only to prove she wasn’t truly an eccentric being who quaked beneath a storms wrath—

“I’m sorry—I don’t like storms. They always…” She paused, the lightning all but quaking her before she cast a bitter smile to him. “There was a forest fire in my birth pack. The lightning reminds me of it. That spark that ignited our lives into flames.”

Deadpan, wane, she shrunk further to the floor, exhaling sharply, realizing that instead of trying to dissuade his thoughts of her behaviour as neurotic, that she only encouraged it.

“I went back there once. The forest... To see for myself, I think. And I must have fainted, and when I woke up, a man—“

Lightning. Another flash that lit the room. Striking, lantern eyes, cast upon her as stone, just as they had that day. And she recognized him in that moment, and she found herself unable to voice more—did he remember?