[open] everytime I go I'm scared it's going to be the last time

[Nemeon]

Although it had nothing to do with him, Nemeon had hoped that the earth shaking and Beqanna changing might trigger a change in him. Maybe if magic was acting up, he could find a way to get it to alter him - and then he could finally see the world under sunlight.

No such luck, though. Guilt keeps him from trekking to the mountains in order to change this fundamental thing about him - if he was going to change something, it would be that blood of his that causes the grass to wilt if he stands for too long, or presses in the fear that even if he were to make friends in the darkness - it could never be more than that. He was a health risk.

Only safe, he was pretty sure, when his skin turned to stone and then he could not feel anything at all.

These are not thoughts that are currently going through his mind because the sun is still sinking towards the horizon and he is a statue - his wings folded neatly at his sides and a curious expression on his face. He had arrived at this new land not very long before the sun rose and had not yet gotten a chance to explore.

The light on the smooth stone surface turns from golden to orange and finally red as the sun finishes sinking. And while there is still just a hint of colour to the west, Nemeon’s eyes turn from grey to golden and he inhales a deep breath.

It's still a relief, every night, to breathe again. Though he knows he wouldn't even know the difference if tomorrow he just stayed a statue forever. 

NEMEON

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