[private] Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you

[Fyr]

I'll settle for the ghost of you.

He had never forgotten her.

For a year he had been trying to find his way back. There had been adventure, the excitement of meeting new faces, and now it seemed he even had a new place to call home. Despite all of that, he had never lost sight on seeking out survivors of the Pampas. Of finding those he cared about that were missing. Aela had always been top of his list but she was not the only one he searched for.

He had never forgotten his friend or her stars.

Often, he had looked up at the aquamarine aurora weaved between the heavens during the freezing nights on the Isle and thought of her. He wondered how she was doing, if she still wandered the Meadow at midnight, if she had yet to smile. He had convinced himself that no matter what had befallen the rest of Beqanna, she would still be there. Intact and whole, covered in her celestial blanket of twinkling stars.

Would she forgive him for being gone for so long?
Would she still want to be his friend?

Pangea is a much closer walk to the common lands then the Pampas had ever been and before the moon can lose its fullness, the young jaguar stallion makes his way there. There is trepidation in his steps, uncertainty flickering in the flames along his shoulders, but he cannot stop himself from seeking her even if he wanted to. He would come here every night if he had to, until he either found her or the answers he dreaded hearing. Silvery moonlight bathes the meadow in it’s cool hue but when it reaches for him, he glows gold. It makes the long curling tresses of crimson that fall against his arched neck seem as if they are aflame and, perhaps, they are as his determination wavers. Shining as bright as the sun, a dazzling beacon that can’t be missed by any that may lurk here. Exactly what he’s counting on.

FYR

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