[open] boy of fire [any]

[Phoebus]

Phoebus and Opium stood there in painful silence for what felt like ages. Eyes locked on the sky, following Kreation. She had left almost as quickly as she showed up, and Phoebus was left with too many unanswered questions. His brow furrows as he shakes his armored head. Perhaps when she came back, she would bring news of their home? Maybe...he could finally have a home again, rather than wandering and searching for some sense of purpose. 

The boy of fire glances to Red, who looked about as lost in thought as he was. The fish-cat lay between them, eyes still locked on the sky in search of his companion. Phoebus wonders what would become of Fifi once everyone had fulfilled their end of the bargain - would he be taken as a token to create the volcanic nation once more? Would the fae pity the creature and allow it to stay with Kreation? He wasn't quite sure, but for now, he lowers his head towards Fifi, allowing his warmth to shower the fish-cat. He lets out a soft purr, inching away from Opium to rest near Phoebus's heat. The stallion chuckles to himself. 

It is only when Red asks about Tephra that Phoebus finally lifts his head. His eyes glance away longingly, nostalgia washing over him like high tide. He begins, closing his eyes and letting out a somber sigh. "Yes...it is...was our home. I was born there, a long time ago. I was raised to be its protector..." He trails off, regret filling his bones. He was ashamed that he left - he took Tephra for granted. He should've known in this land...nothing lasts forever. "It was a land quite unlike any other," He continues. "Dark red and black cliffs of volcanic ash. Lava flows that billowed down mountainsides. Canyons that stretched for miles. It was quite the sight to see. A privilege, even." The moon looms brightly over them. He remembered how it reflected off of the lava stone; how he and his father would point out constellations; how his mother would sing him lullabies as he drifted to sleep. Those memories somehow felt so long ago, but as if they just happened yesterday. 

"From what I know, Kreation and a few other Tephrans are working to bring her back to her former glory," Phoebus confirms, nodding his head. "But, fairies are so often...finicky. What they promise they can take away in an instant. Who knows if they will grant what they promised..." He closes his eyes, remembering the quests so many had told him about. How there was always a caveat...always a sacrifice the fae required. "I can only hope they keep their word." 


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