AU #1092309
He remembers his lusus sometimes. Usually it comes in the gentler of his dreams, great white shapes moving through the mist of his memory. He remembers the way their sickly bright and orange blood filtered up through the thin film of her wings and made her flight beautiful in a way he has not seen since. He doesn’t remember her voice, except for an old lullaby she used to hum when Alternia’s dreams turned his mind into something wicked and dark.
She died when he was only a few sweeps old. He remembers her, but he doesn’t remember her name.
She died when he was only a few sweeps old. He remembers her, but he doesn’t remember her name.