Snowforest Taiga [m] It's such a lovely day to have to always feel this way

It was the sight of him that finally crumbled the last of the cracked shellshards Tybault clutched around him like a shield. All at once his thoughts filled with nothing but him. Wildflower. And he hated that. He hated it.

Sunspark eyes filled with tears. Tybault hadn't cried in so long, hadn't let himself cry, but abruptly he couldn't seem to make it stop. His glassy gaze lingered on Wildflower only a few moments longer. Then it dropped to his trembling paws again. His ears fell against his skull.

He couldn't bring himself to look back up. He couldn't watch Wildflower walk away — and surely he would, if he knew at all what was good for him.