Go the Distance

A look of hurt flitted across Wylan’s face, there and gone again. Who had sent for Ollie to check his patient? Had it been Basilisk or Ignita herself who hadn’t trusted his work? He pushed it aside, stuffing it down and burying it with the hurt of his mother and some of siblings leaving. Like he did with all of his pains, he put it down, down, where it wouldn’t affect those around him.

His sunny smile reappeared “For a slave, you get better treatment than the rest of us!” He teased after her lightly, before waving a wing to indicate for Seneca to follow after them. He was already moving after Ignita himself. “She’s right, the end baths are the hottest, if you think you can stand them!” He challenged.


"Wylan Fatalis"