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For a few days, he goes blind. Caneo leaves Ampere in the forest, and with her are the bones of a promise he made. He forgets the Dragon's Throat, his senses succumbing to that strange paradigm between static and acuity. It's familiar now; it's panic, and it's the most familiar thing he knows. Run, cries his body, and he runs. The guilt doesn't come until later. By then - by now - the days have all galloped past and time is a wild, roaring thing far behind him and the only sensation is need. The sensation isn't even his. It originates from the circlet of scales crowning his brow. Until now, with fear wearing into exhaustion, he has failed to fully comprehend just what he's done. It felt right at the time, until Ampere was there and he was seen and everything - Breath shudders in his lungs. It's cold; not unbearably so, but reminiscent of years past. And he sees now he's come north. And the road is familiar, even under a sunlit sky, even though he hasn't truly glimpsed the mountains since he last escaped Helovia. "I lived here once," he tells her quietly. He doesn't know if he ought to speak, or not. She sleeps tangled in his sparse mane, black eyes hidden beneath slender coils, and the whole of her could fit inside the hollow of one hoof with room to spare. Caneo thinks of what if she fell, or if something plucked her from his head, and his insides grow hollow once more. Too exhausted to run, he meanders on, a ghost of a memory returning to a mountain that has no reason to cherish this reunion. He doesn't know what he wants - what she wants - only they both need something. So he is here, here alone in the rotting snow, here under a sky as empty as it is blue. By the time he reaches the herd boundary proper, he recalls the Sentinel, and he searches for it as his gait draws slow and slower still, until he isn't moving, at all. He gazes in silence at the Basin, remembering when it felt like home and hope and he met the kitsune. And he thinks of Natraj, and the serpent on his brow, and he hasn't even given her a name. |
@Lena
He's standing just outside the border and... staring.
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