phoenix from flame

Poem sighed softly as she looked to her raven companion, the quiet misunderstandings between them were growing uncomfortable. The young heir didn’t know how to fix it either, there was a black smudge on her heart and the more she tried to wipe it off the more it seemed to grow. Their alone time was interrupted by a boy’s voice, and both wolf and raven looked up to see Tornadic approaching. He must have recognized Edgar and followed him back.

The Destuction girl offered him a smile, but even she felt like it was forced. This wasn’t how they were supposed to meet again, they were supposed to be alphas. Getting together to speak of political things, and pack alliance, not… Poem shook herself internally.

”Hello, Torn.” She replied, hoping the slightly shortened nickname would make up for her pitiful smile. He had just lost his home. Her mother tried to keep her updated on the packs, much like she would need to do one day on her own. Erovare was gone, and now Winterfell had risen. Poem didn’t know where Tornadic fit, however. She knew Acere, and she knew Torn, but she didn’t realize the connection. ”Couldn’t sleep either?” She asked quietly as the clouds continued to roll by beneath the moonlight above them.