This wasn’t the first intense thunderstorm that Mesec had been caught in this Tallsun - when the days were as hot as they had been there was bound to be some breaks - but it was more thunder heavy than the last one. For the first little while, the rain felt refreshing - cooling his body as he took a break from his flight - but when the lightning started growing more frequent he began to feel uncomfortable standing out in the open and sought shelter where he could. Luckily, the strange rotunda was nearby. He lingered near the edges, watching the impressive storm as it battered the forest and earth, and was shocked to see that someone was out there. He needed to wait for the lightning flashes to get a better look but after a couple he confirmed the idea that yes, this someone was just standing around in the torrential downpour. To each their own, he supposed… or would have if this particular someone didn’t seem familiar.

All he needed was another… yes!

As a shock of violent, white electricity lit up the area around the building he could see her distinctive form more clearly, just 30 paces away from where he was hiding from the rain. There was no mistaking it this time - the brief second where everything was lit up was enough to make it pretty obvious. “Ros!” Mesec shouted, but his voice is drowned out by boom of thunder that chased the lightning. The joy at seeing his little sister (he’d swore that he’d never think of her differently and he never has) again jolted through him like she had hit him with one of her bolts. He had been wanting to find her since everything unravelled, behind the joy came a surge of other emotions. Guilt for not finding her before

There was no point in trying to call to her, convince her to get out of the rain and into the shelter where he stood. She might be out there for some stubborn reason, after all, and she was the spark god’s daughter so maybe she just didn’t mind it. Still, he did not hesitate after the storm drowned out his voice. He quickly left the building, cringing just slightly at the jolt the pelting rain brought, his hooves sliding in the slick mud in his enthusiasm but he was able to stay upright, at least.

Whatever greeting he might have given her - apologies about Hototo, asking her what she had been up to since they had seen each other in the Veins - faded away for something that made for a much, much more pleasant conversation. Mesec stopped in his approach, facing Roskuld, and it took him a moment to figure out why her face looked so off. In the dim light, silver eyes landed on the cracked egg at his sister’s hooves and the little… lizard thing that was clinging to her nose. It was small, such a funny looking thing clinging to his new bonded’s nose like there was no where else he’d rather be.

“Well would you look at what you found, Ros!” He finally said with a grin as he lifted a wing and stretched it out - holding it over Roskuld’s head to protect her from the rain and to make it a bit easier to see the brand new companion. “He’s... pretty cute.” For a miniscule lizard, at least.

<3 @[Roskuld]


I’m trying to find my direction home, ______________
A question of space, a matter of time, _______
I follow the stars until the first light.