Whispers

There was nothing but the sound of his own pawsteps and the beating of Carlisle’s wings overhead. It had been sometime since Vitus had been home, again, and he’d become a bit hardened due to the fact. But it was through no fault of his family… no, Vitus could never hold them responsible for the distance. He’d created it himself… but that didn’t make it hurt any less. He let out a cool breath of air before casting a glance up towards Carlisle, wondering why, why the owl had decided to stay with him after all this time.

Overall however Vitus hadn’t changed much, minus his distance from his kin. He’d been out finding himself, a journey of sorts… but he found that nothing he’d discovered made him feel any better about who he was. He still wore his mask, pretending everything was alright even when it wasn’t… He’d smile, even when he really felt like crying… but for what? What was the point? Who was he trying to impress?

Ears flicked back as Vitus slowed to a stop. No… he was more broken than before. More sad, he realized. But things were not all lost. Things could still potentially change… He might yet find the light in his sad life.

Vitus had purposely headed back towards the lands of Boreas but… for what gain, he wondered? Did he want to see his family again? Did they want to see him anymore?

“Lost in thought again, Vitus?” Came the soft hoo of his feathered friend when Carlisle settled near him. “You’ve been spacing out quite a bit lately… thinking of home?” The owl spoke tenderly, showing concern for the man.

“I suppose.” Vitus rumbled, shaking his head. His bi-colored gaze swept the land before him. Just because he was thinking of Fiori didn’t mean it still stood. Didn’t mean that he’d be able to go back there. So the question really was… now what?