Dragoncrest Cliffs Bitterling

"hey, quen..."

something about it struck hard. that empty voice, much like the one the boy had left with last time they had seen one another.

his tail curled slightly. more instinct based than he had realized or intended. his body language may have been tense, but as he moved to speak, his voice was softer. tinged with concern as his brows pinched.

where'd'cha go?

the other boy had become invisble.