I of the storm

speech

Célestin knew he couldn't keep moping, Pegasus wouldn't wait forever, or at least he shouldn't be forced to, and the boy knew he needed to figure out what he was going to do

That meant he needed to talk to his mother. In truth, he had been dreading this conversation he had sequestered himself away from everyone and he didn't doubt there would be some resentment that he would even pose the question but he knew where he needed to go.

He was suffocating here, everywhere he looked he was reminded of his sister, he needed out. But he also knew he would stay, he would ignore the very tugging of his heart if his family needed him to stay.

So Célestin approached his mother's den, cautious not to spook her. "Maman? He asked as he poked his head into her den, eyes straining to adjust.