Between two lungs

He was on his way back to packlands after an excursion in one of the underground territories. He had to admit, he liked the feeling of solitude in places like that. It allowed him to think. And it allowed the voice to speak to him more clearly. He still hadn't told his uncle that he was hearing it...and he didn't intend on telling him, either. There was too much at stake if he told Acere how he'd been feeling. He knew his uncle would watch him like a hawk to ensure he didn't turn out like his father...but Ignis felt that if he could embrace this, he wouldn't end up like his father, no. He'd end up stronger. More controlled. Perhaps even unstoppable. While the latter was his ego talking, he knew he'd surpass what Elias was, and what Acere used to be.

It was certainly an entertaining thought.

As he approached the border, he spotted the pretty blue woman, Kirsi. He hadn't really talked to her. Which was a shame because he thought she was a pretty woman, albeit small. He also knew that she and Song were a couple, but...he couldn't find it in him to care. He continued his path towards her, the crimson male appearing almost aloof save for the small smirk on his lips. "You're Kirsi, right? We've never met officially, but it's hard to not know who you are when you stand out."