I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU
The Chamber of late, had been a circus of smells. The disquieted melody pulled at Killdare’s nostrils with an astounding demand to be ‘heard’. In a sense, if smells could be heard, and perhaps for Killdare each scent could be. The stillness of their borders was interrupted by steady streams of those past acquainted, those that had returned to Her call, because they could not resist. The bay ripped at the earth as he passed, tender needles weaving into his feathers. He crept his mass along the tree line, ever so careful to not break the sentient pines of their home. A chugging pace of a freight train, clambering along the rail line to his destination.
He filtered in to the clearing, familiar faces lining the circumference, and just one new one. The one that had the same tingling scent of magic base like Straia, with each unique one. Ones he would learn if the other would stay once more, to add to the growing, fragrant aroma of the Chamber. He gave them a short nod in acknowledgement before he swiveled past the other males, sliding his barrel alongside the gilded female. His lips found her rump in affection, before curling around her backside and taking his place next to her. Once the bay settled in, he finally offered a gruff baritone in greeting. “Welcome home, we hope you can stay?” It was more of a question than a statement, his sea-glass green eyes fixed on the magician with curiosity. He was quiet as the conversation continued, as the returning resident inquired of them more personally.