Golden Glade We're only hearts and bones and blood

Sunchaser. He answered promptly, as though she would find that he once more was not speaking the whole truth if he had been any slower. Sunchaser was what he had kept; he wished to push the rest from his identity. It was easier that way.

Eyes flicking from the face of the gilded girl to the ground beneath them were quick to betray his nerves. Well.. nice meeting you, Fox. With that he made a not-so-graceful exit, a trot that grew into a sprint. He was not quite sure where he was going, he just knew he wanted to be away from here.

It was just.. too confusing.