Lio is braced for the blow, and he is not ready for what comes in its place. His wings flare to bring himself up short as he watches Kray bound up in water and air. Then hears that Voice, speaking with Galo's mouth, but not the gentle, human healer that he met. The Voice is ancient, coming from somewhere deep within creation itself.
He watches the fire be torn from Kray, watches it roil in the fourth circle.
Lio can barely breathe as he watches, even more so when Galo finally speaks to him in his own voice. There's a flicker of relief as he sheds his full dragon form into his hybrid form, smaller and more human shaped, but wings still keeping him aloft. He chances moving closer to Galo to hear him.
He's... Ah. One hand settles at his own chest, where he can still feel the flame that Galo gifted him earlier. "You were already mine, Galo Thymos. But yes, I'll have you. My people will have you. We'll welcome you as one of our own."
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He watches the fire be torn from Kray, watches it roil in the fourth circle.
Lio can barely breathe as he watches, even more so when Galo finally speaks to him in his own voice. There's a flicker of relief as he sheds his full dragon form into his hybrid form, smaller and more human shaped, but wings still keeping him aloft. He chances moving closer to Galo to hear him.
He's... Ah. One hand settles at his own chest, where he can still feel the flame that Galo gifted him earlier. "You were already mine, Galo Thymos. But yes, I'll have you. My people will have you. We'll welcome you as one of our own."