The last day of Orangemoon was not far when Mesec finally arrived in the Secret Grove, the one land that he had been meaning to visit for the entirety of the season but that he had failed to get to. He was supposed to patrol here and he had been caught up in so many other things. One of those things clung to his back now, nested comfortably in the feathers and bits of hair that he had collected to make a small nest for the tiny little bird. Tiny now, he wondered just how big the baby bird was going to get. The zephyrs that he had seen so far ranged widely in how large they were. Would the four winged royal grow into something magnificent? Beautiful?
Right now, all it was nothing more than a mess of down feathers and the need to chirp every time it saw Mesec. For now, though, the bird was asleep - he hoped. He had decided not to fly across Helovia for fear of it dropping off, and teleporting seemed less dangerous but with enough potential for mishaps that Mesec thought it would be best to just walk. So he had arrived late to the Grove but he didn’t mind - the lengthy trip meant he could avoid being back in the Throat for a little while longer and, hopefully, avoid Ampere a little while longer as well.
It was too late now to give back the gift he had been received and he had to admit, although there was a small flicker of guilt, the idea to turn away at the sight of the egg had not been in his mind nor had that changed when the little chick had hatched.
And now, their bond feeling stronger every moment, Mesec knew there was no turning back. He would see this through - he would not fail in this task.
It was early morning as they arrived and as Mesec wandered slowly along the shore of the small lake, he realized how funny it was to think of himself in a pair. Suddenly all his thoughts were pluralized and it could be like this for the rest of his life. He was part of a they. A very new pair, but a pair nonetheless. He wished now that he had asked more questions of Roskuld when he had come across her and Chico for the first time, or any of his other friends with companions. With luck, Mesec would get the chance to ask all those questions soon.
For now, the sleeping chick hidden among the feathers of his large black wings, the horned demigod walked peacefully through the autumn morning mists - silver eyes bright and alert even as his thoughts bounced between dozens of different topics. |
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