Stained Glass Eyes And Colorful Tears

Koron was becoming more familiar with the territory of Fiori and he was slowly growing accustomed to the fox’s presence. Alfred was, in all honesty, glad that she had showed up. At first there had been a bit of worry, a bit of pain at the reminder of his mother. But Koron wasn’t Korrin. Nor was he Svetlana. They were different beings, a different partnership. So why should they worry about seeming like someone else?

The young male walked along with the polar fox, her coat a soft and fluffy white that almost made him lose her whenever it snowed. He had gone off wandering with the fox, feeling comfortable enough with her to leave Fiori… at least for a short while. Truthfully he hadn’t been exploring since he’d last searched for his mother… a dream that the young man had abandoned. Though he’d still miss her he was happy just knowing the rest of his family was together.

Truthfully he’d been go a bit longer than a “short while” thanks to Koron. The fox kept encouraging him to go further and further, and soon, well, Alfred got lost again. A soft sigh left him as he glanced down at his fox companion, giving her a stern look.

“I think we’re going the wrong way…”

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