#small amounts of callowmoore ashrym and dorym mentioned but not the focus

[towards-toramunda]

What happens when your body very quickly and permanently changes and you don’t have time to grieve the loss before accepting the wonderful new? aka I wanted the besties to talk and comfort each other so here’s this (and a lil excerpt):

“Orym” the gentle voice of Fearne came through the door.

“Come in Fearnie”

The door slowly creaked open and in came Fearne holding Little Mister, no longer in her fully elemental form, but still different. Hair of fire, horns crackling magma, finger tips burning, and tears slowly streaming down her face.

Orym sprang up to meet her “Fearnie you’re crying.”

“Can I sleep in here tonight?”

“Of course Fearne always”

He tentatively reached for her hand, afraid of being burned, and she quickly gripped his with a certainty that said I won’t hurt you I will never hurt you and placed a warm kiss on his forehead.

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