ARAXES
TENDER HEART
Araxes blinked at the word, though by looking at him, it was obvious the word was not directed at her, but someone -- or something -- else. Perhaps a memory or a thought, something only he knew of. Instead of poking her nose in to it (something she would have done a long time ago), she watched with slate eyes as he stood, making his way toward the trees with their heavy fruits that dangled. He sought the shade, and she remained in the light of the sun, cooling off bit by bit, just by having part of herself submerged in the waters.
She would seek shade soon enough, perhaps to nap under before making her way deeper in to the Day Court.
As she lowered her head, dipping her nose in to the water, he spoke again, and her ears twitched in response. Drawing another sip of water, she lifted once more, smiling slightly. "To the south of here, through the Arma Mountains. There's a pass that leads to the Court." Though Arma currently carried the damage of a dragon that had lit it aflame for no reason, the bones of innocent animals buried under the ashes. It would grow back -- nature always did -- but no one would forget the terrifying display and attack of its own kind.
Shaking her head, she nudged the mental image of the charred trunks in the back of her mind; she would see them again when she made her way home. Instead, she ached with the thought of her own lover, wondering what had happened while Denocte had sealed its gates. Her children, she had heard that Cynix was somewhere, doing well on his own. Siavax? Jaxis? She hadn't a clue where they were, how they were.
Her tiny little family had been torn when the raven gates had sealed. Now they were open, but her family was still scattered to the winds. "One can't help but wonder regardless, and perhaps hope they are safe."
Oh, Tor...
@Kauri
