Woah! You got Old!
He was standing with his eyes closed, head tilted ever so slightly back and the smallest of smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. He was wrapped up in his memories, it made sense to him that in this minute he might catch the memory of a scent. That of his mother, his birth mother. For a moment he stood in silence as he allowed the memory to wrap around him, taking him away from where he was.
"Psalm, what are you.." Hymn's eyes slowly opened, bringing him back to the present, back to his current location. "Hymn." It wasn't until his name was spoken that he realized his mother's scent was still sharp and her voice hadn't been a figment of his imagination but was real and still ringing in his ear.
Hymn whirled around, brilliant ceruleans searching for the small white and black marked figure he had only just conjured in his mind. Finally he spotted her; her pelt was tinged with more silver than he'd ever seen on her and the age had clearly taken it's toll but to Hymn's eyes she was as beautiful and resilient as she'd always been. He took a step forwards, then another, slowly picking up his pace until he was trotting forwards with abandon. His tail beating the air and a grin plastered on his face.
Hymn had no reserves about wrapping his mother up in his embrace, he would stop just short of charging into her, hoping to wrap himself around her smaller form, hunching over her while also trying to plant as many kissed along her shoulders and spine as he could. "I missed you." He mumbled, almost afraid to break the peace.
— hymn
'cause I can't be too loud
