Horus descends as soon as he spots the outstretched arm, landing upon Noctis' bracer with a flutter of his wings. He tilts his head left and right, beak open. Noctis is not Somnus.
Pyra reaches out to the falcon, lifting a finger to stroke along the softer feathers just along his neck for a moment, reinforcing praise for returning. It is inevitable that the falcon will reminds her of Somnus, and she's sure she will think of him when she sees deep blue sylleblossoms. There is no helping it. No matter where she goes, she'll find traces of him here, there, or anywhere, the memories pricking like needles to her skin...
Feel like crap, he admitted. She can't focus on just herself. It's too difficult, and although speaking about Somnus is as well, she wants to be sure that Noctis is alright. ]
Do.. you want to talk? About Somnus. He was your ancestor, after all.
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Horus descends as soon as he spots the outstretched arm, landing upon Noctis' bracer with a flutter of his wings. He tilts his head left and right, beak open. Noctis is not Somnus.
Pyra reaches out to the falcon, lifting a finger to stroke along the softer feathers just along his neck for a moment, reinforcing praise for returning. It is inevitable that the falcon will reminds her of Somnus, and she's sure she will think of him when she sees deep blue sylleblossoms. There is no helping it. No matter where she goes, she'll find traces of him here, there, or anywhere, the memories pricking like needles to her skin...
Feel like crap, he admitted. She can't focus on just herself. It's too difficult, and although speaking about Somnus is as well, she wants to be sure that Noctis is alright. ]
Do.. you want to talk? About Somnus. He was your ancestor, after all.