Felih's ears remain low. He doesn't know how to- ever... ever...
He sighs, and turns his gaze to the stone, watching how the winds carry the petals out, over the memorial, then off the cliffs and into the deep canyons and abyss surrounding the holy city.
"...there were days..." he starts slowly, quietly, "...that I felt as if I couldn't go on. I would come, and sit, and let the snow cover me, because perhaps if I let it numb me, it would stop hurting. Perhaps I would... see him, again." It had become such an issue that Camp Dragonhead now made a point of checking on Haurchefant's memorial when Felih was seen arriving, to ensure the man hadn't curled up besides the stone, loyal to a mate that was far beyond his reach.
It's near a whisper. "If I could trade my life for his, I would."
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He sighs, and turns his gaze to the stone, watching how the winds carry the petals out, over the memorial, then off the cliffs and into the deep canyons and abyss surrounding the holy city.
"...there were days..." he starts slowly, quietly, "...that I felt as if I couldn't go on. I would come, and sit, and let the snow cover me, because perhaps if I let it numb me, it would stop hurting. Perhaps I would... see him, again." It had become such an issue that Camp Dragonhead now made a point of checking on Haurchefant's memorial when Felih was seen arriving, to ensure the man hadn't curled up besides the stone, loyal to a mate that was far beyond his reach.
It's near a whisper. "If I could trade my life for his, I would."