The Past Tastes Bittersweet

And just like that, the moment was gone. The familiar voice of his sister Sibelle broke through the thick silence that had wrapped the two up, shattering the momentary peace. His hold on Maija would loosen, allowing the golden beauty to pull away from him to turn to Sibelle. He could feel the hesitation in her presence, as if she didn't know whether to stay with him or go to Sibelle. Ultimately, his sister won out, taking Maija from his side. As he was left alone once more, the mask fall back into place, each strap secure in its hold. He was acutely aware of the empty space in his chest where his heart used to be. It was a strange feeling, but one he assumed he would get used to in time.


Taurig would allow his frame to slip back into its statue like appearance, tattered ears coming back to full attention, plume hanging placidly between his hocks, milky eye returning to view, fixed on the spot where Sibelle's scent was coming from. Maija spoke up, explaining to the russet queen that she had been coming to pay her a visit and see how she was doing. If only the cobalt titan had heeded the call to sleep, despite his lack of actual exhaustion, he could've saved himself the pain of having to confront Maija here and learn everything that he had learned. But everything happened for a reason, didn't it? He would stand quietly to the side, almost blending into the shadows as he waited to see what it was that Sibelle was going to say, if she had anything to say. Would she upset at seeing what she had just seen?


"Burn Baby Burn"