Goodbye from lonely

The brute had come home… to find it gone. His heart sank in his chest when he noticed how stale the borders of Fiori were… and after a brief discussion with Carletta they had split up to see if they could find anyone left in the territory. His blue gaze was full of worry… surely this couldn’t have just been because he had gone with Carletta to find the herbs she needed? A sigh passed Alfie’s lips. Why…? He wondered. Why had his family fallen apart? Where had they gone?

Alfred had come to a stop near Razor’s grave. His ears flicked back against his skull, his heart clenching in his chest. He laid down, placing his head over the grave with a whimper. “Where have they gone, Razor?” The young man closed his eyes. “I… I thought Fiori would always be standing…” He had thought under his sister it’d be around for years to come. That as long as an Adravendi held onto Fiori things would be just fine.

A familiar scent caused Alfred to lift his head. It was drifting to him from the direction of Dragoste; Roza’s scent. He tilted his head back, sorrowful song raising onto the air. Did his sister know what had happened…? Had their family moved to Dragoste when… whatever happened to Fiori happened?