Lone Star Mountain sankrasha

surprise had stolen any protest or humiliation of being carried out of his throat as skaigona had snatched him up.

even when she puts him down, primordial rage and grief fuels him as he runs at her side; grateful but quiet when their pace slows. his legs ache and each step makes ezra aware of muscles he didn't know he had but he is glad for the slower pace.

questions swarm like bees in his mouth, stinging to escape his mouth. but he keeps them at bay.

a shadow kissed stranger calls out and ezra's chin rises; haughtily, hackles bristling. protective. but quiet. taking his cues from his mother who he watches from the corner of his eye.