Raven's Watch flame-farewelled

Her own way! Fjall wanted to wail. But…

I love her!

Instead, he sucked in a breath that stuttered wetly, as a loathsome tightening started in his throat.

The yellowpetal castaway struggled to stifle the forthcoming bodily sobs, but they were not always in his control. For a bit, he cried. That unbearable type of cry that bests you in a battle of wills. It rose quickly from his pads and rumbled up towards his ears, pouring out of him like a suppressed coughing fit.

He felt as if the glass of him had cracked and started to spill out his contents while he fumbled uselessly to stop the bleed.

He had searched until it felt hopeless, and then he had wandered until it felt suffocating. Kukutux praised him, easing his pain with her warmth and understanding, but all he could think was:

…why didn’t she take me, too?

His body shivered quietly against the moonqueen; his breaths came in sharp, staccato heaves as he fought to rein in his composure. Soon, it came. He steadied himself with thoughts of greenfire eyes.

Though his vocal cords felt unraveled, like spidersilk hairs on the wind, he righted himself and reached inside to gather enough of the loose strands to speak. What is Moonsong’s fate? he asked in a hush, eyes upon the ground.