A few moments would pass before the familiar form would turn and emerald eyes would glisten to an open and set their sights upon him. A grin would break out across his lips as she took him in, and her name was upon his lips in a barely audible whisper. It had been so long since he had seen her, and yet she seemed so familiar, like coming home after months of absence. Until that moment he had not even realised how much he missed her, until his name tore free of her and she began to run towards him and his heart sore beneath his chest, an unsteady rhythm that beat out love and remembrance.
She was upon him in moments, with the smell of sea salt in her fur as she touched him, pulled him into an embrace. He hugged her back fiercely, taking in everything he could to the touch of her soft, windswept coat and the scent of sea and family and Myst about her. ?My Little bird? he whispered calling her by her familiar nickname. ?And I?ve missed you my Little Bird? he was swept up in his emotions and his voice sounded oddly choked. He was holding her tight now like he never wanted to let her go again.
He had found family, he had lost family and found it again, and he was so sick of missing them. Twig was off somewhere, escaping the illness and last he had heard she was safe even if he did not know where she was. Angel kept appearing and vanishing again just as quickly until his heart ached with worry. He didn?t want to let Little Bird go again, didn?t want to give her a chance to vanish and get caught up in pain and heartache and anything he could protect her from.
She would pull away and seat herself for him and he would get a chance to take her in. She looked thin and fragile, more so then she had before, yet he could swear her old fire was still there in her emerald eyes, setting them a blaze with determination. She was still His Myst, his sister and family. ?Where have you been? What happened to you?? he would ask ?Don?t go again..? he would whisper.
"Speech"
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