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Placing the burnt looking moss in the Greenhouse, Sacre regarded it for a moment. He had tasted it earlier and, remembering the warm sensations that had run through him, had decided it must be of some use in healing. Just in case, he left a small stash of it within the glass structure, sliding it off his handy red arrow and soon left the building, stepping into the cool and misty Edge. What now? The fox-boy usually kept himself busy, but whenever there was a lull, a moment of brief pause, instead of appreciating this precious interlude, Sacre often stood around like a spare part feeling anxious about doing nothing. So he moved, agitated and pensive, wandering through the mists, looking for someone to talk to, something to do, find something, anything. Roux... Hopefully. Even that now felt like an impossible prayer. For his twin brother did not want to be found, or so it seemed, as Sacre delved across Helovia, wild after wild, crossing borders, searching for a precious red boy and his kite. He prayed to each God, not that they were much use, asked strangers as they passed and begged favours from friends. If you see Roux tell him to come back home... For the Worlds Edge was home for them both, was it not? Since Tilney asked about his brothers' whereabouts in a healers meeting that meant Roux had been here, at some point, but by some sheer bad luck their paths had never crossed.

A lonely sigh passed through Sacre's lips as somehow, during his aimless wandering, he had arrived at the glass dragon statue. He stared into its transparent body, finding a childish humour in the way it distorted his reflection, his lips quivering at the sides before finally he burst out laughing, caught in a moment of youthful rapture. The stress, that had once lined his features not moments before, lifted merrily to the sound of his gurgling mirth that masked his heartache. It was as if all his bottled up resentment and agony, that tormented him relentlessly, was released, if only for this moment, into a ball of relieved playfulness.

As he laughed so cheerfully to himself, Inari and Ríona watched from his side, beady eyes roving over his sudden joyful display, incredulously, but relieved, for they would rather he laughed than cried.

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For @Zubari @Vesper (open too)