Hourglass

Felicien’s gaze softened as he watched the red wolf. “No one said that your path would be easy, Ignis. It will be hard, very hard, but if you want better for yourself and for your children, is it not worth that fight?” Letting his demon win was an option, but Felicien wanted to believe that Ignis didn’t really want that. That he wanted better, especially for his kids. “I wish I had the answers for you, Ignis, I truly do. But I am not Acere. Although…” Using the vessel he had chosen to inhabit, Felicien drew closer. “I can tell you this. Acere walks in Somnium, same as myself, or Avalon.” He furrowed his brow. “I saw him at that feast the familiars had set out… but he may have gone elsewhere, perhaps returning to where he once reigned in the frozen Northern lands.” Felicien glanced down at his paws, then up at Ignis. “Fight your demon, Ignis, the best that you can. If you give in, no one will be able to fight with you, let alone for you.”