Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
As Gale watches her through the trees, he cannot help but compare this distance between them to the nearness of their departure. He takes a deep breath, his brindled sides expanding, and releases it in long steamy exhale. The warmth of the steam fades not far above him, and having switched to heat-vision does not see much in the way of detail. But he doesn’t switch back, and instead keeps the eyes that will make it diffiuclt to pick his way through the forest toward her.
It is for the best that she’s put this distance between them, Gale knows. He’d come to that realization not long after she’d left Islandres. There is no future for him, and to make that true for another is a travesty he cannot consider. It feels worse than death (which for Gale is transient if miserable), and perhaps Mazikeen has come to realize this as well. If she’d even noticed, of course, as Gale is certain she has more verbose suitors throwing themselves at her feet regularly.
He'd wanted to be friends, but if she’s decided they’re “Champion” and “Chief” instead, Gale will accept that as well. He does not think there is any attention she might pay him that would be too small. Yep, very good idea to keep his distance.
She makes a sound, and for a long moment he’s concerned. Was that supposed to be growl? Is she sick now? But then she’s speaking again, and asking him to show her the shifting that he’s come all this way to demonstrate, and he forgets his concern entirely. Instead, he focuses on the shape of the seahawk, and the next moment he is a navy striped bird perched on the bare rock. His feet flex along the flat surface, the dark white talons scraping against the stone, and he raises his wings in a gesture that says quite clearly “So what do you think?”
@[Mazikeen]
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