From one season to the next, Birdsong blooming to life in the wake of a cold Frostfall, the dazzling sunsets hadn't gone unnoticed by the bright-eyed healer, who was making his way to the clifftops to watch another radiant ending to a quiet day. He had been mulching around in the Greenhouse recently, trying his best to ignore the urges to go back out into the Wilds, constantly reminding himself that he was a Doctor and shouldn't really be going missing too often. Of course, he still sneaked out now and then, 'searching for herbs' which he honestly did... amongst other things. He was guarded by two feisty foxes, trotting in front with their tails proudly aloft, strutting the way to the sunset show over the ocean. The warming weather was bringing a larger abundance of food with it, which pleased his two companions, who now gorged on a diet mainly consisting of squirrels and berries. Sacre teased them over their growing bellies as they hoarded their loads and ignored the red-eared boy's chiding, he was a king of fools anyway—Frostfall had left them famished (or so they said). When they made it to the edge, the moons mists devouring the cliff, the clan of three watched as the sky turned into deepening shades of red, reflecting against the ocean as the sun made its glamorous exit. 

The show was almost over when Sacre started roaming around again, twilight settling over the haze, his Sun God figurine, tied messily in his tail (it would probably fall out again later), glowed with the same red-yellow hues. He wasn't doing anything in particular, other than dawdling, when he stumbled across a flame that made his heart falter in its once steady beat. At first he thought it must be a trick of the mists, playing with his loneliness and tormenting him with a face that always filled his chest with butterflies. However, the closer he got the more real she became and he watched her silently for a moment, Natraj always by her side and braids in hanging her hair. She seemed annoyed and Sacre couldn't help but laugh, ardently and fondly, not knowing how long this meeting would last as infatuation consumed him.

"Poor little fox" he softly, jovially, smiled to Natraj and winked at him once before foxy mayhem caused a commotion. There was a flourish of tails and paws as they scampered towards Tandavi, dancing around her with small noises of happiness bursting from their quivering maws until they stopped long enough to beg their surly dark friend to come forth and play with them. Sacre watched them cheerfully for a moment before returning his round warm eyes to the Fire Dancer "Tandavi" he greeted comfortably with his ardent smile still lingering as he gazed. They always seemed to meet at moments he didn't expect, unplanned and unexplained, but delightful coincidences leading to fleeting words that engraved warmth into his dearest memory of her.

"What have you done to Natraj?" he laughed, looking between the two, mirth lining his face and knowing full well the the trials and tribulations of having bonded friends. Especially foxes he thought, which earned him a reproachful look from his fearsome double act, who had already learnt to ignore most of the time. 

In the first moment his gaze brushes hers, a bolt of warmth striking his jolting chest, the gentle amusement plastered all over his foolish face is only furthered by the initial angry set of her ears. Who was she expecting? Though it was brief and her expression soon altered, doing nothing for his faltering heart that sometimes leapt in joyous adoration, catching in his throat and robbing him of words. It was always like this when he came across Tandavi, seemingly out of the blue, unexpected meetings of wide-eyed surprise surrounded by the playful yips of foxes—never a moment to prepare. He smiles as she mentions his name "ah, I'm sorry did I intrude" he laughed, not really sorry at all, knowing it was selfish but he treasured all the time he got with Tandavi.

Natraj's frustrations isn't lost on his two bonded either, as they chatter away in their own curious language, relaying back their own exasperating experiences with one certain King of fools, who lacked the wisdom that surely only foxes knew. Not really knowing what they were saying, but knowing that it was about him and probably not the most glittering report, a wry grimace withered onto Sacre's face as he silently bemoaned their petulance with him—not everyone could be a fox. Feeling the gaze of Tandavi, he happily returned his attention to her, ignoring the babbling of bonded below. What he didn't know couldn't hurt him, right?

The Firedancer's explanation to Natraj's annoyance was something Sacre could understand, with his knitted brows accompanying his empathetic nod. He too had left Helovia and to the sound of an outcry by his two friends as well, who would always follow him regardless, but not without making sure they were heard. Born and raised here, they loved this place, had friends, knew the best places for dens, where the best food was to be found... Uprooting them had caused a disturbance that Sacre hadn't even thought about and, for that, he was sorry for being immature at the time, running after his father and away from all his problems. "They don't seem to like being made to leave" he snorted softly, side-eying Natraj "I think he loves you too much to sulk for too long" he winked at the kitsune, not knowing if he would make the situation worse or not with his playful presumptions.

From the last time he had seen Tavi to now the fox-boy wondered where she had been, if she was okay, had something happened? Sacre didn't really know an awful lot about Tandavi's circle of friends and family, he didn't like to ask such prying questions in fear he might upset her, their meetings were often sweet and happy that he never wanted to risk souring the mood. Yet, as her faltering voice pulls on his heartstrings, he worries about her more than ever before. She makes a hesitant step, he watches for a moment, letting her speak before shaking his head and, softly, took the opportunity to step towards her. With his token boyish smile beaming end to end, a pair of warm eyes so vibrantly blue against his dark face rising to meet her gaze, he finally offers the simple softness of his nose, trying to leave a gap between them and inviting her to come forwards into his embrace. Perhaps she would reject him, his heart fluttering anxiously, but he managed to put some semblance of words together "please, you have nothing to be sorry for" how many times had he disappeared after all? Still, here they were, meeting again "I missed you too, Tandavi" he fondly replied, feeling almost certain that everything he felt was probably plastered on every crevice of his face. Sacre had never been very good at hiding what he truly felt.

The uncertainty lingers with him, the language of the heart was complex enough to torment him, he didn't know if he was doing right or wrong, if she would move away from him—repulsed. It's almost a blessing to his poor aching chest to pause for a moment, even if he wanted to linger a little longer, but the topic turned to him and his recent escapades. Thinking about it he wondered what to say; he wore a new title, but didn't feel like he fit the outfit, he still knew so little about healing and was worried he might do something wrong, put someones life in jeopardy, despite the moon's magic that now mingled with his other, far more distasteful magic. Sacre hadn't used that power in years. He sighed, feeling like he couldn't lie to Tandavi "not a lot, but enough to be promoted to Doctor it seems" his troubled gaze shifts to the floor, the weight of duty bearing on his shoulders "I feel like I have a mountain to learn in front of me and I'm worried I might make mistake" he admitted, this time raising his head slightly revealing a worried half-smile. This wasn't like making keys out of metal after all, more mending bone and chasing fevers, repairing flesh and saving lives. 

Though Sacre doesn't remain downcast for long as a thought suddenly occurs to him and he glanced at Tandavi, mischief glinting in his gaze "I guess that makes you my Nurse now" playfully he poked his words at her, before continuing "no running off" he teased again lightly. Remaining on that note, he looked at the golden girl with braided hair curiously "where did you go?" his voice was light if not a little nosy.