Sacre couldn’t perfectly describe his feelings as he wandered along the rocky path, dodging the pools of lava that would swallow him whole if he should put one step wrong, such was the fragility of life. Yet, his spirits soared as the presence of Roux filled him with such ecstatic joy that he found it hard to simply walk up the path for his legs longed to run and dance. Quite often he cast his gaze back to his twin, checking he was okay, that he was actually there and he wasn’t dreaming, as the moon served as their beacon in the sky, lighting the way to the cluster of broken shrines. Inari and Ríona had chosen to stay with Edison, neither fox really wanting to take the trip again and they much preferred the companionship of the red boys’ falcon. Sacre often noted that they liked being in the company of other horses’ companions. The journey was slow going as the fox-boy tried to pick the best routes for Roux to follow until finally they came upon their destination and the moment Sacre had been hoping for might finally come to pass. A day when Roux would have the veil, that so cruelly robbed him of the beauty of the world, lifted from his eyes.

“I was coming anyway, even if you didn’t want me to” he grinned, gently moving to brush his shoulder against his brother’s crimson side. 

Turning his attention back to the shrines, he noted the one that belonged to the Moon, Mesec’s mother, and walked up to it, placing the glass figurine the Nightwind had made next to it before returning to Roux’s side. He wondered if she would answer their call, Sacre hadn’t seen her since Kaos had appeared, which wasn’t all that unusual, the fox-boy rarely ever saw the Gods unless there was something going on in the wider world. What did they do in their spare time? If they even had any, Sacre imagined that being a God must be a taxing job. “My Goddess” he spoke to the figurine instead, finding her miniature likeness easier to talk to than a ruined shrine, “we seek your guidance and perhaps your power” he called, casting an encouraging smile at Roux as he fell silent. 

Then they waited to see if the Moon would answer them.

Sacre knew the Gods could be... Odd. Yet, appearing as a raccoon was a little farfetched, the fox-boy thought and he would have presumed it to be just a raccoon if it didn't open its mouth and send a shiver down his spine. The voice was familiar, it brought back memories of being tricked, of blood and death, of Nyx, but he didn't remember such warmth in this voice before, nor the raccoon for that matter. Perhaps his mind was simply playing tricks on him. The fox-boy stood there, perplexed, frowning in confusion as the raccoon crawled to a greater height only to then proclaim that he could fix his brothers eyes.

He shook his head in disbelief, how could a raccoon do that? "But—" he burst then abruptly stopped himself short before he stated the obvious, "but you're a raccoon?!" and then the fox-boy looked at Roux. His beloved twin brother, whom he loved and cared for, whose eyes were still clouded, robbing him of the joys that daylight brought with it. Sacre had promised, all those years ago, that he would fix them. A foolish promise, one he couldn't keep because he never obtained such a power, but here was one who offered to help him. No matter how unbelieving the situation appeared, Sacre would do anything for Roux, "and what would you want in return? Please, if you can help my brother..." he left it hanging, biting his lip to stop it from twitching, waiting for the Raccoon to explain itself before he looked at Roux once more, wondering what his red twin thought.

Would he prefer to seek out the Goddess once again?