Telling Signs Of Age

When Cerberus had gone to speak with Scylla, he hadn't come back to Elysium. It had been days, maybe a couple weeks and it was easy to assume where he was. But he wouldn't leave on an unspoken word. He could have just shrugged his shoulders and never came back and assumed Avacyn would understand. He didn't want that.

It was later in the day, spring giving just a little more daylight into the evenings but they still had far to go for summer. He hoped when he called for her she wouldn't have been busy. He definitely didn't want to interrupt her day. He walked into the lands of firefly lake as if he were still of Elysium, maybe he still felt welcome. He'd call for Ava at the edges of the lake as few fireflies started to blink out from the grasses and over the lake. Early risers. He'd wait a while to give Avacyn time to stop whatever she was doing. He wasn't in a hurry to get back home.

"Cerberus"