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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)

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A mare his red friend whispered she comes the other, dusty fox finished, echoing each other as they often did. Of course, as always, it was Inari and Ríona who had heard the stampeding girl first, alerting their madly laughing friend to the possible intrusion and yet, it was to no avail as he wasn't really paying any attention. His thoughts were inwardly focussed as he desperately banished his sorrow through painful gurgling, forcing the smile onto his lips and the cheer into his eyes. If he cried he lost, if he crumpled into a sobbing mess for what looked like on the outside no apparent reason, would he be able to piece himself back together again? Like this dragon statue made of glass, if he shattered it... How long would it take to rebuild it back to what it was? He swallowed, spluttering out another snort, letting his emotions run their course until finally the idea that a galloping girl might be heading straight for him broke through his reverie. He saw her, faintly, out of the corner of his eye hurtling towards him, a blur of white entering his peripheral vision—she might be todays saviour for his woes.

He watched, startled, as her hooves dug into the ground, every inch of her body slamming to a stop just before reaching him. Sacre never moved. His disjointed thoughts and her sudden appearance rooted him to the spot, she could have slammed into him if she hadn't have stopped herself in time so lost he had been in thought. She threw her irritated head and Sacre watched her, baffled and amused, relieved even that somebody had saved him from his downward turning thoughts. Shocked blue eyes stared back at her—a brown paint, with brown eyes and a pink nose. He was silent, gathering what was left of his wits and wove a brilliant smile onto his young face, gently shaking his head.

"It's okay, I should have been paying attention" he admitted, it wasn't like he hadn't been warned either. Inari and Ríona, however, were now too busy paying attention to their new visitor who had quite suddenly burst into their lives. Sacre, their ignorant friend, was more interested in knowing who she was "were you running from something? or just... running" he asked, looking behind her as if there might be something or somebody there. 

"Should I be worried?" he asked with feigned concern, though there was a humour to his voice, a lightness to his expression as he poked his gentle curiosity at her.

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Nitika <3 (sorry for the wait!)