Guess Whose Back? Back Again. Pyr is Back! Tell A Friend.

The boy was growing in quiet confidence the more time he spent exploring. He was just returning from his trip up the mountain to observe the northern lights, he'd even seen a shooting star while the sky was still clear. By the time he returned to the obsidian beach however, clouds had rolled in and thunder began to peal across the plunder. The wind was picking up, coaxing the small waves to white frothy caps as they rolled into the dark sand. It almost looked like the sea was boiling. Petrichor and that odd tingling sensation, electric, tingled his whiskers and his toes.

Although the temperature had dropped substantially with the sudden weather front, he couldn't stop the shiver that ran down his spine when he stepped through a spot that was noticeably colder than the rest... but warm at the same time. A distant hint of booze and campfire smoke that felt distinctly of home. An ear turned first, swearing he heard a familiar voice, and then his head turned to catch a glint of ghostly gold... A grin full of awe pulled at the corners of his lips. “Did you really hear me?” his voice was beginning to crack as it was and the sudden swell of emotion hardly helped. It was hard to tell if it was just his mind playing tricks on him, sometimes she seemed to be there and other times... not. But he couldn't blame any substances, not yet. So it had to be real, right?

“Speech”