Lio’s changing shape is a shock but that isn’t as bad as what he says. Kray. Kray who saves him and made the village he lives near.
Who did so much is a liar. The forest hisses with anger too, now free to say all it has tried to tell him. To warn him of for years.
‘Liar. Betrayer...murderer...’
He stares down at the grass. Unable to do more than feel hurt and sorrow. The rage of the forest around him, from the shifting roots to the cries of the animals within it. To the wind and water answering that fury with their own.
It makes him ache. Why? Why would Kray do this? He has to know. He has to confront him and no longer can he treat it as a simple visit. He will come before him as a healer. A servant of the balance.
The forest quiets and rustles as it catches on to the grief opening wide like a chasm within him. Branches curl over his shoulders and the grass grows a little taller but he only raises his head to look again at the rage in Lio’s eyes. “Lio, calm down or you’ll get caught by Vulcan and his ice mages. There’s only so much of this fire I can claim as mine.”
He says and scrubs his face. “They can’t come for you without a fight but, let’s not give them that excuse.” Galo drops his eyes to the grass again. He wants to sit and do nothing. But he has things to do.
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Date: 2020-05-14 09:39 pm (UTC)Who did so much is a liar. The forest hisses with anger too, now free to say all it has tried to tell him. To warn him of for years.
‘Liar. Betrayer...murderer...’
He stares down at the grass. Unable to do more than feel hurt and sorrow. The rage of the forest around him, from the shifting roots to the cries of the animals within it. To the wind and water answering that fury with their own.
It makes him ache. Why? Why would Kray do this? He has to know. He has to confront him and no longer can he treat it as a simple visit. He will come before him as a healer. A servant of the balance.
The forest quiets and rustles as it catches on to the grief opening wide like a chasm within him. Branches curl over his shoulders and the grass grows a little taller but he only raises his head to look again at the rage in Lio’s eyes. “Lio, calm down or you’ll get caught by Vulcan and his ice mages. There’s only so much of this fire I can claim as mine.”
He says and scrubs his face. “They can’t come for you without a fight but, let’s not give them that excuse.” Galo drops his eyes to the grass again. He wants to sit and do nothing. But he has things to do.