Get Your Feet Wet

He hardly ever went into Boreas. Since moving to Auster he had more than content to keep to himself in Fenmyre and enjoy the life he had made on the island, especially considering how much more agreeable Auster's weather tended to be. In fact, despite the fact that he now had a reason to go to Boreas he still waited until after the Boreas winter had passed so he could avoid the cold and snow as much as possible. However, when he got to Boreas he quickly discovered that the cold was still hanging around longer than he had expected it to and all the snow had just been replaced by heavy winds and rain. That certainly wasn't any more pleasant and as much as he wanted to find Satira again he wasn't all that keen on sticking around through hurricanes.

So back to Auster he went, but as he was crossing the long bifrost to the southern continent he spotted a ruby red form toward the opposite shore that made him freeze in his tracks. He blinked a couple of times, shaking his head as he wondered if he was imagining things or not. No, it seemed that he wasn't. He was far enough away still that he was fairly certain that the red brute hadn't noticed him yet so he could just turn around and go back to Boreas for the time being until he cleared out, but as he stood there considering his options a frustrated stubbornness pushed him forward. He wasn't going to be held back from his home by someone else and most certainly not him. It was just crazy to him that after all this time so many ghosts from his past were popping back up in his life... First Tira, then Onyx, and now this...

As he drew closer to where Ignis was, he very pointedly kept his golden gaze focused forward, not sparing him a glance as he began to walk around him to get to the Auster shore. His jaw was tight and he almost dared Ignis to say something to him. He hardly even wanted to spare his anger for him, but if he said something or tried to stop him perhaps he would.

"Cináed"