Lost Creek Hollow Butterflyfish

two of the four took their leave but this did not stir germanicus from his waking dream. crowfeather was approaching, and he drank in the dark-limned and familiar details of the shadow. down came the moon and with it a silvered light that bathed germanicus in argent glow and crowfeather in a cloak of starglint.

horse-hooves upon a field of battle struck the cadence of his heart as crowfeather moved closer and closer with a practiced grace, so seamless that one might not have noticed the loss of the leg. as it were, the imperator forced himself to see all things, so that he might not forget.

honeyflower eyes asked of him before the words came, the soft voice that had not left the back of his mind.

"i am here because i was wrong," and his voice broke, slipping into grey shadow. the sunyellow of his eyes burned with a fervency that singed the edges of his mouth like woodsmoke.

"ruenna left me. i remarried far too quickly. but i —" head bowing. "but i told her of us. she sent me to you." an intake of breath. "i came here to see your face again."

to know.

neither he nor she could move forward without this understanding.

fennec; she was braided tightly to the seams of his spirit and it was only through her care that he had come to riverclan.