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[aut_augur]

It has been something slightly more than fifteen years since he finally buried Gregor. It had been difficult between them since he'd begun edging up to fifty, had only gotten worse over time. Petty fights about worthlessness and age and beauty and, mundanely enough, money and infidelities, things that... simply did not concern Jast. His lack of

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-fell asleep before I could mourn the lack.- (ΘεΘ)

[aut_augur]

He is drawn back into gold eyes, warm breath. Quells the trembling urge to beg it linger longer, he's a smarter boy than that. He says nothing at all, in fact.

Yet, Jast considers this. The memory of the moon high overhead, framed on all sides by the dark silhouettes of the forest. It had been high summer, warm with clear skies and he had gazed up from the sandy shore and listened to all the moon's lonely arias. She had been so near the Earth, he could have touched her, dipped his hand beneath her quicksilver surface and felt the slow drip of time on his skin. He had begged a boon instead. Had wanted to show Gregor the stars as he saw them, glittering living things with voices and beauties unique to each and she had consented to send her cousins down. He'd caught them in the smooth mirror of the lake, thanked them with long-forgotten prayers, musical apotheosis that set them dancing along the glistening fins of tiny flitting fish.

He had given someone his heart there amongst the concurrence of captured stars. He shouldn't have

[aut_augur]

Caught up in back and forth, me and you, Jast trills back to him unthinkingly. It puts him at such peace to have someone who can sing back to him. He'd sent his thunderbird back over the mountains even before Gregor has gone, and he admits here that he has missed singing to his pet. They had sung strange beautiful harmonies together, the eerie twining of his twin throats and the ethereal sounds he could wring from his body. He remembers an evening on a rooftop, the old thing that had possessed him and used him to tell its tale. He remembers Niarkhos' voice had been quite sweet in its own right. Jast smiles fondly.

"Many friends," he agrees, perhaps too infatuated to believe others could not find the prince as fascinating as he does. He watches the sun and the horizon shining in tawny eyes. He is terribly fond of the wild pieces of this creature.

[gerfaucon]

The sentiment carries to Niarkhos, who treasures their moments of song and loves the sound of the little one's voice, pure and every part of the earth collected into the boy's beautiful aether. He's sad to leave, hasn't felt this tug of belonging in so long he barely recognizes it. He can't remember the last time he had a place to return to, a place to root himself, his sharp talons. The thought of it is ephemeral, unimaginable, but something he hopes he can one day acquire, one day learn to cherish.

Niarkhos chirrups in return, draws the little one close again to feather lips over his brow, then draws away, perhaps for the last time until they meet again. "Will you look for me?"

[aut_augur]

"Yes," Jast breathes immediately, set fluttering by his touch. He doesn't want him to go, but he wants to see him fly, he wants to hear his stories when he returns. Wants to see him sleep peacefully, safely, tired after the long flight of return. He presses Niarkhos' hand between his own while he still can, eyes searching, honest. More ritual spills from his lips, prayers and wards, the rites he is to give to all creatures on this earth, "May the sun warm you, stars guide you, and winds carry you. Be safe." His eyelashes dip in a slow anxious moment. "I will be watching.

[gerfaucon]

Niarkhos smiles his thanks, feels somehow at peace with those words carrying on his feathers, feels lighter, more free. It's a good blessing and he is only lucky to have it. The prince nods with a graceful gesture and slips away, turns, fluidly stepping into his primary form, wings unfolding into sky, diving for it. The wind does its work in carrying him farther away, until the bird is but a bronze speck on morning teal.

what am I supposed to do with my life now?

[aut_augur]

clearly you need to log with me again.

[gerfaucon]

;~~~~; yes plz

[aut_augur]