Sophitia’s arrival was certainly a welcome surprise for the young man. The owl wast the closest thing he had to family now besides his little cousins, and though he adored the little ones he couldn’t talk to them about mature subjects like he could with the owl. She was a good friend, another set of eyes within the sky. It seemed like only yesterday Félicien had found her within Threar’s lands, injured and refusing help. For one who spoke so softly she was also very stubborn. Perhaps with a bit more bark behind her bite than she would like to admit.
“Oh dear I’m sure that he does. Félicien wouldn’t be stranding with a stranger this long if he didn’t consider them a friend.” Sophitia would hoo happily. “...and it a pleasure, miss Mystic.” Sophita would hop a little on the ground, growing excited. This was good, yes, this was very good. Féli had moped for far too long. Having another female friend might just be the thing he needed to get him going again.
Félicien would give a gentle nudge to the owl, giving a soft chuckle. “Yes, Mystic is a friend. A good one.” The brute hadn’t known her very long yet, he felt a connection of sorts. They both understood loss, and didn’t want to be alone. He would breathe in slowly, letting his gaze turn towards the setting sun. It was a beautiful sight -- hues of orange, pink, and purple filling the skies. It was the first time he had watched the sun setting in southern Alacritia.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Féli would ask Mystic, glancing towards her. He would let his muzzle turn up in a smile. “Mystic... Would you like me to come again in a couple days? I’ll need to take care of some things back at my pack first but... I’d really like to check in on you again.”
