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Wandering is part of their blood , it seems . No amount of being brought into a herd would keep them in place , and part of them loathes it . Loathes that their wanderlust burns bright , that they can no longer find an anchor to keep them down . Novus had meant to be different , but even Caligo herself couldn't keep them around for long . Yet ... here they are , back in the lands they had wandered from , away from the Court out of sheer humiliation .

They cannot go back to Denocte , not when they know that they may be very well hated . It's deeply disheartening , that their own fears prevent them from returning to a Court they had loved so much .

Carefully , they pick their way around the sands of the beach , the heat of the day sweltering around them , the sun bright enough that the gold of their halo seems to vanish in the air . A shake of their head is given , and the cloak shifts before their teeth grab the edge of it carefully , releasing it when they're sure it won't fall off their head .  

Slowly , Cicatrix draws in a breath , releasing it when their shoulders drop a little and they tilt their gaze out over the waves , watching as the Sea itself dances and moves with the motions of the world . This early , there are no stars , and even the moon itself is hard pressed to be found . But Cicatrix hasn't found solace in the moon and stars in a long time .

Perhaps they need more friends .

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what you've been missing

The ocean ebbs and flows , the waves lapping near golden cloven hooves . It reaches for them , touches almost , before drawing back in on itself and repeating the process . The light of the day is strong , the heat of the summer dancing over their body in an almost uncomfortable way . It's enough to make their body tense , and they exhale out , attempting to shake off the heat of the day and instead focus on the sea again , on the waves , the clouds , perhaps on the distant moon where it hides in the sky .

Not on the ache that settles in their bones and the loneliness that races through their heart . Cicatrix can no longer return to Denocte after abandoning it , after leaving . Despite having good reason to do so , the guilt is far too strong , and will keep them from returning to it . But they dearly miss the many faces of it , and wonder if there are many that still reside in its heart . If Ira still remains within its grasp , at its head , and if others still remain at the fringes , familiar faces that they could recall . Laughter , gentle words . Enough to make Cica's head drop down and away , tilting as they breathe out a shuddering sigh that's almost a sob , but they manage to breathe through it .

A voice cuts through the waves and silence , enough to startle them , a jump in slow motion that makes their wings flare open before they quickly close them again , hiding star maps against slender sides and turning their head carefully . The tone alone sounded .. uncertain , scared , and Cicatrix draws back and away almost painfully shy . Of course , there are many in Novus that fear them ; that was always something that had been an issue . It has never changed .

" Sorry , " is their response , gentle . They cannot express with eyes or face , so they do so with their voice instead , always so much more expressive with their tones .