Quote:Kastiel's aged gaze, and older warmth looked at this fae as she seemed to flinch the slightest bit from him, a blush ever so gently smoothing across her feathures as though he had guessed right that she would wonder at his sanity. He felt that now age-old tang of sadness, like a weakness in his limbs, an old pain that often flared and grieved him. The pain was memory, it was what was lost, it was Illaria and all she had been to him, and how she had seen him for who he was in the span of a heart beat, even as Koi's eyes helf uncertainty.
He was not so lost in his history that he would miss her gentle breathing, he saw it and he watched her with gently appraising eyes as she took her breaths and closed her eyes, calming herself, opening her heart and her eyes to a different tune. A rumble of warmth would amit from his throat, he could almost hear the song of her heart, but she was not there yet, she did not find freedom as easily others, but easier then some.
Her eyes would blink back to the moment and her eyes would click to his, the expression he held for her was warmth, as he noded his head in her direction ?I see that you do understand, at least in part. Yes, I have always listened to the voice of Mother Nature, respected and followed here. There had been a Shadow Walker that had passed through our home and he had spoken of her, and I had listened? his voice was a soft breath and he had risen to his paws, looking out across the endless expanse before them ?There is something gentle, and intellegent about the wind and the way it connects everything. Without it we could not here or scent and would be blind to so much of the world without these scenes? He said softly
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