phoenix from flame

While Poem was quick to get lost in her thoughts Edgar lost interest in staring at his mistress and stated to hop around. He wasn’t so sure about flying at night quite yet, but if there was any time to do it, it was now. The young piebald raven hopped up a boulder with anything but gace and launched himself from the peak.

The raven gained height, quite surprised with how well he could see. And see he did, down below a pup about Poem’s age. It was the boy Tornadic. The raven returned to Poem’s position to tell her what he’d seen. ”Poem, that boy, Tonadic. He’s across the field.” Edgar hadn't been affected the way his mistress had. He was far away from the flame when she had been pushed, otherwise he would have pecked Noir’s eyes out.

The gil sighed softly, blue and lavender gaze falling to her paws. ”I don’t know if I want company right now, Edgar.” She told him honestly, not feeling as brave as she had before the fire. Her brush with death, and the fact that it was done by her own brother. Her whole world had been rocked. The raven cocked his head sympathetically, she wasn’t the pup he had bonded with, and the bird wondered what he could do to return her.