[open] boy of fire [any]

[Phoebus]

Phoebus notices the tone of the conversation shift as he explains his own view of what Beqanna was now. He watches the red mare's face crinkle and her head tilt. Her next question, which she quickly cuts short, tears through him like a knife. He feels his brows furrow, his nostrils flare - what business was it of hers if he had left? Before he can snap back at her, she apologizes, and he shifts his gaze downwards, letting out a sigh. Perhaps he didn't want to admit how similar he was to his father. He had a temper, but deep down, he was very sad. Losing everything will do that to a man; but loss was part of life, and he needed to accept that. 

Night falls on the group - darkness covering every inch of the meadow. Save for the pale glow of the moon, only his armor offers solace from the black. Kreation's gentle nudge and kind words make Phoebus's eyes glance upwards, and he offers a smile to her reassurance that Tephra would be back soon. He listens quietly, nodding in agreement at Kreation's warning about the fairies. "The fae definitely keep things...interesting." He says with a soft chuckle. 

Almost as suddenly as he was there, Kreation says she is taking her leave to the Mountain. She shrugs Fifi off her back, assuring Red and Phoebus that she would be back quickly. "Wait, wha-" Before Phoebus can finish his questioning, she is gone, flying into the starry night sky. The boy of fire looks back to the fish-cat, who stares at the sky for a long while before looking to him. "Don't worry," He says. "She'll be back..." Phoebus looks back to the sky, tilting his head. "...well, I think." 


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