It was so good to see that smile on Roskuld’s face, a real - bright, before-sickness-and-death-came smile. He felt that smile brighten his own, it made him forget the completely insane storm that was going on around them. No wonder she was standing out in the rain, did everyone that was this happy just not care about the weather? All the same, reality and relief flooded through Mesec when Ros interrupted her explanation to make toward the shelter. Smiles or no smiles, they’d end up in another one of those cleansing-Helovia floods if they stayed out here for much longer.

He kept his wing outstretched on their move toward the shelter, doing his best to keep sister and companion somewhat dry, and only folded it once Roskuld was safely in the dry area. Once there, she explained about how he, the lizard, had hatched for her. There was so much emotion in her voice, he watched her carefully - the warble bringing forth all manner of concern from him but she didn’t seem sad and he couldn’t shake that grin just yet. Maybe it was a happy warble, maybe the intensity of the new connection with her companion was overwhelming? He wouldn’t know, not first-hand, but he watched her carefully as she turned her attention back to the lizard, her brown and blue eyes crossing as she tried to focus on the tiny creature.

It was a funny sight, his not-so-little-anymore sister, standing there absolutely dripping with water and standing there all cross-eyed, but it was the explanation of what a brother was that brought forth a short chuckle from him. Basically that summed it up... but the chuckle quickly died when she continued. They’re really special.

Sisters were too.

He had caught the attention of the lizard, it seemed, because it turned to face Mesec and then stretches out those front, ridiculously tiny feet. Of course he couldn't resist, he moved forward slowly and carefully jutted his head forward to allow the tiny lizard to touch his nose. He tried to not even breathe too deeply, lest the sudden rush of air disturb his sister's new companion. The tiny feet felt funny on the soft skin of his muzzle and now he was going cross-eyes trying to focus on the thing but he actually had something to say to it, in a conspiratorial whisper, as if Roskuld wasn't just a few inches away and could hear the entire thing. "You couldn't have picked someone better to bond to than my little sister, you know."

Didn’t really matter if it understood him, maybe just his tone would be enough. Silver eyes refocused on his sister and finally got around to asking the question so he could stop referring to her new companion as “the lizard” or “it”. "So what's his name?"

@[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.