phoenix from flame

The once Erovare boy positioned himself a bit closer as he answered her question. His proportions were similar to her own, or any of her siblings besides Verse. Despite being tiny Verse seemed the most filled out, probably because she reached adult height over a season ago. Tornadic went on to ask her why she was so far from Abaven’s borders. She turned her blue and lavender gaze away from him and looked back up to the clouds.

”I needed to get away for awhile,” she offered him. It was partial truth at least. ”My mom told me about Erovare. I’m sorry.” Poem gave her condolences as she allowed herself to look him over again. She felt like she was processing a lot, she couldn’t imagine completely losing Abaven. She suffered from open mouth syndrome as well, she wasn’t sure if it would be polite to go on and tell him about Abaven’s fire. Or what she had endured. Even thinking about Eulogy’s limp form on the shore wanted to send her to tears.