The world certainly seemed to be at peace. The sun setting, painting the skies in brilliant swatches of color, reminded the young man of the sunsets he’d watch back in Threar.
Félicien was glad, so endlessly glad that Hellstrom had been thwarted. Though he had not been part of the battle he finally felt like there was some justice for the fallen pack. For Novella and Frith... Though their children still bore the consequences of that day. Féli would breathe in slowly. Arkay, Farore, and Thalos... They deserved so much more than what he was able to offer them. Should have had so much more.
Félicien would look back to Mystic as she spoke. The poor fae had to be lonely, without any friends to come spend time with her and all. “It’ll be nice to see you again too.” Féli would say softly. “I’ll definitely be back, that I can promise you.” Félicien would begin to wag his tail back and forth, taking a step closer to Mystic.
“As for the stars, well, I’m not too sure. I’d like to think that it would be a nice, light feeling.” Féli would say softly. “I would also imagine you’d be able to look down and see all those that you love.... A guardian angel of sorts.” Félicien would give a soft chuckle. He’d glance at Sophitia, seeing that the owl was watching the two of them. “What is it Sophitia?”
“Nothing ‘licien. Nothing at all.” She would hoo softly. She’d take a few hopping steps, spreading her wings. “Shall we get going?” She’d ask. The golden brute would look towards Mystic, giving a gentle smile.
“See you next time.” And with that he would turn to leave.