Simple lies, strange eyes [Heartfire/ANY]

[Wyrm]

when the stars threw down their spears and water'd heaven with their tears:

There are no secrets between them. With a character like Heartfire to keep watch over you, no secrets could be kept. Wyrm, thankfully, is devoid of them. He muses, as the familiar mare slides into view with blue eyes poised and lively, that this may be why she continues to humor him with her time. The Boa gives a languid stretch and raises his head, viridian chest morphing to form two knots at his breast where soon forelegs with paws grow. The rest of the change overtakes him and the bright green cat lets his feet dangle over the branch, hind legs pushing him forward so that he might slip down to the earth with a muffled landing.

He walks to meet her, rising steadily while limbs are exchanged and sculpted to bring him back to a sense of normality – at least, normal for Heartfire and himself. There’s no hesitation to his actions while he stalls before her, parrot-like nose rubbing gently against the broadside of her own. “Longclaw pines for you and Rapture.” He tells her, smiling dimly as he pulls away to settle. He couldn’t begrudge his son the desire; living in Pangea had been all work and certainly no play. “He’s a wolf now, not a boy.”

The admission quiets him, sends his eyes darting away to any nearby object. It’d all gone too quickly. “Rapture, she’s well?” He queries, gaze returning sharply to his counterpart. He’s not as singularly gifted as she is so his daughter’s growth has been something close to a mystery to him. The last question, “And you, Heartfire?” settles like a weight between them. There’s an edge to his voice, almost prying but not quite, that slips in to give the words a sharp point before he falls silent again.

did he smile his work to see? did he who made the Lamb make thee?

ooc: will fix speaking txt color later, just wanted to get this up