Posted on January 10, 2022 at 03:44:03 AM by S I G U R Ð R
 He stands silently beneath the faint light of millions of dying stars - his glacial eyes tilt upwards - and sends the name of his childhood love heavenward. He did not know where she was or even if she could feel the love that he sent for her, but he could still hope. The rustle of leaves against skin draws him from his prayers and Esther sweet aroma wafts around him. She had followed him to the Ridge and here is where they now raise their child. A faint smile ghosts across his lips as he fondly recalls the memories from today. The excited laughter and the moments spent together down on the sandy beach. His glacial eyes find her gaze as she steps to his side - he finds concern in her eyes and the worry in her voice. “What’s wrong? Who are you talking to?” He gently reaches his muzzle to bump it against the muscles of her shoulder. "I was praying for one of my dearest friends," he pauses as his muzzle lingers "We were kids and had been through hell together..." he had never spoke of his time in the Lagoon as a child, nor what he had seen during the War.
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