He often wonders if Warlight had been healed. She had been so unrecognizable to him, it had taken her whispers to place her as the bright, lively, strong, bold fighter who had visited Ischia when Aquaria had been named the new Dame. Such a difference, he had not seen through it.
He hopes the healing waters of her fall have helped her.
Aquaria watches over their eggs tonight - wow, that sounds so different than what it truly was - Aodhán takes it upon him to fly to Tephra. The marble-and-golden dragon is a shape too large, he thinks, so he comes as a black-headed gull. No, a golden-headed one. He cannot truly forsake his natural coloration, or rather, it is just easier not to. Eva had always recognized him by his emerald eyes that stayed the same whichever form he wore, but Warlight would not see through him so easily. Besides, Tephra’s jungle is quite large, so he’ll need to safe the energy to fly through it for a longer while.
Following the beach towards the north, the golden-headed gull makes a sharp right when he finds the stream that will lead him to the waterfall. It’s as good a place to start as any, and the healing power may still be something she seeks out every now or then, he figures.
Even if she doesn’t, it seems like a good place to ask around for her. Surely somebody will be there?
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
@[Warlight]