Silver Creek cerulean

<333 for anticipation sake, he's not yet in travelling distance. I'll let you decide if his howl reaches her tonight! <3

Orestes chased their fleeting shadows.

Above him, white wings caught the the eyes of the moon: Boreas, as faithful to him as the north wind was to winter.

If only he could fly.

Weary legs carried him across the darkened doors. Days upon days. He had counted each one. Sun rise, sun fall; her voice. Sun rise, sun fall; her laughter. Sun rise, sun fall, her thoughts given light. Sun rise, sun fall; her limber arms around him. 

Her kingdom lay in ruins, but she lived.

If only more had listened.

Boreas, he called to his companion. The raven peered down with sharp, dark eyes, and circled on the wind on a spiral down, down, down -

Powers rise, powers fall, and powers rise again.

Let us stop and try again.

Talons sank into the thick fur along his shoulders. Orestes closed his eyes.

May my voice carry on the four winds until they find the corners of the earth. On my promise, may they find her.

Thalassa, he reached for her as he had every night since leaving the rubble of her fallen world. Boreas added his own rumbled repetition of her name.

And may they tell her I am coming.