Mysie's Links
Opposite we may be, you are missed, my dear brother. We should have listened to you better- should have cherished you for all you give to the land. You provided the warmth and light that our residents needed to survive. They exist, still, with your gift, but it's colder without you. Flames are cherished when nurtured properly, you know? I hope to see you again, someday.
(an aching heart, the distant feeling of song. you hurt the most out of everyone. you were the only one who could stand the flames, and yet when they burned low, not even you were there. he tries not to think about her. it's easier to think he did the right thing, that way.)