never taught me how to drown

The plan was for Hika to wrap things up in Valta, and then meet him in the Armada. As the days turned into weeks, Mortis began to realise that Hika had changed his mind. He knew he hadn't been great company lately. He did a lot of mopping, and he couldn't seem to stay satisfied with any certain home. Moving Hika from one place to another. He couldn't blame the koi boy for wanting to settle down instead of being dragged across the continent once again.


The realisation left him even more empty than usual. He struggled to complete his daily tasks, and he hated his empty den. Once upon a time, fleetingly, he had been surrounded by warm bodies. He's still remembered what it had been like to share a den with his parents and siblings. He had never liked to be alone.


When Mr Racoon came from him, he wiped his eyes. He hadn't been crying or anything, it was due from the tree tops that he had shaken loose. He smiled at the Racoon, and followed him to Halo. He embraced his friend with a wing, fixing that smile to his expression. "Hey Halo, how can I help?"