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The missing piece of himself, his other half, now stood before him, yet they felt miles and decades apart.
He was put off by it, by her. Why does she get to go back with Ingram, and I cannot?
Ingram was obviously obsessed with the little female, considering he constantly tried to touch her with his intangible form. He’d huff with annoyance, and just hover his palm around any part of her he could.
He did have a nice, deep voice when he spoke, Aleron decided. It was the most enjoyable quality of the male so far.
Instead, he crouched to be at the same level and leaned forward, and Aleron mimicked the action. They pretended to nuzzle skulls.
“I will do the same from here,” Aleron answered, his voice more guttural in comparison to Ingram’s – likely due to still being in his monstrous form. “Then I will not stop until I find you.”
His heart gouged in loss, in heartache, as his sight turned blue with sorrow. A whine broke from his chest. Come back. He didn’t want to be... abandoned again.
The initial introduction to them all meant little to Aleron, so long as Gideon retained everything else – which was much more important. For example, when he’d called Mavka caring, or when they’d shaken hands in their human custom of greeting. That was all this human needed, because Aleron understood it would be what kept him as his companion. Without it, he’d be alone in this world again. I must not let him forget... me.
He let me hold him. Hehe! Bright yellow filled his vision as he swayed his head, rather pleased about all this. He even let me put my wings around him. And he hadn’t seemed to mind Aleron staring at him the entire time they had been encased in the feathery blanket. I made a friend here. One that wants me to join him on his adventure.
Until now, Aleron didn’t know it was possible to be both offended and complimented at the same time.
