As the boy walks with Elena and Warset, he presses closer to the golden mare, unsure if he trusts Warcry entirely. There was just something about her – something lurking behind her sad eyes and standoffish demeanor. He couldn’t put a finger on what it was, but it was enough to cause a chill to run up his spine when her molten silver eyes locked onto his. They seemed… hungry, almost. How could the child know the beast that cursed her, lurking just beyond the realm of reality? Instinct was a powerful thing though, and it is instinct which sews his mouth closed and keeps him marching onward without a second glance to the mysterious island he leaves behind.
They walk for some time, fog growing thicker as it swirled around them. This is how it began… the boy muses, for the fog had led him here before. Then, he had wanted to know what lie beyond it, walking unquestioningly through the haze and into the magical kingdom. But it was a fog which had never seemed to end, twisting in his mind and confusing his senses to the point where he no longer knew which way was north or south. Even the compass which lay branded on his hide had lost its shimmer here, darkness stealing away the shell’s magic which imbued it.
But this time, she leads them to the light. As Warset points them toward home and then disappears in the mist, he turns to watch her go for only a moment, his heart leaping with joy at the thought of freedom once more. Alone with Elena, he turns to her, a hopeful sort of smile. The lost boy would be going home, at long last. Are you ready? he asks her with an excited whisper, stepping into the sun and leaving the world of starry magic behind.
@Warset @
