Féli would breathe in, the lands around him hold familiar yet stale scents. How his heart ached. He wanted to know why, why Threar had been taken. What right did Hellstrom believe that they had? But now Hellstrom was gone. The male was thankful for that, but nothing could bring back his missing family. Would they ever reunite? Would he ever see his twin again? Félicien would slide his rear to the ground, heaving a sigh.
As his gaze traveled, it would soon land on a white and ebony fae. She was a unique creature... And the young man would eye her curiously. She looked so broken... Starved. Curiosity would quickly fade to worry. His kind-hearted nature would cause him to rise, crossing towards the femme.
He would stop a couple feet away, speaking in a soft tone. “Miss? You look awfully thin... Do you need help catching a meal? Perhaps a pack?” Félicien would offer her a small smile. “I could help with the first... And Abaven has room for members... If you’re interested.”
