The starry clad lad didn’t realize that wanting to know his soulmate’s name was so shocking. His emerald green eyes widened at the horn that appeared on her head, a beautiful golden monokeros horn. Immediately, his head tilted slightly in confusion, but his expression had changed to one of awe. He’d never seen any other wolves with the monokeros bloodline be able to hide their horn, let alone, most of those he saw did not have a horn that matched their body. It all tied her together so beautifully – the black pelt rippled with golden fur and the golden horn atop her cranium. She was like a piece of kintsugi – a black piece of pottery that was repaired with glittering gold, her horn being the point of pouring the expensive glue. Syrax had not even realized it was silent until the lass spoke, her words soft and gentle. ”I-I’m Elvira,” His emeralds turned to look at her golden orbs upon her reaching his ears, showing attentiveness to her words, and they shifted to every other movement she made. The smile as soft as her words lacing itself onto her maw. Her shifting paws attached to her tall stilts, brushed and covered by her plume. The lowering of her stature…this saddened him. Just as he was about to act on it, Syrax was pulled out this trance with her words, his eyes darting to hopefully meet hers as she spoke. ”It’s nice to meet you, Syrax.”

A smile made its way onto his maw again, his tail wagging softly. ”Elvira…” He started, his starry body and cranium moving forward, head dipping so that his snout was underneath her maw. Her scent washed over his nares, and his chest felt warm at the closeness, causing him to pause for only for a brief moment, even though it seemed to him time had stopped entirely. Gently, Syrax would guide her head upwards, so that it was not facing the ground, speaking as he did. ”There’s no need for a smaller posture with me.” The starry dracarae male then stepped back, giving her space, as much as it had hurt him to step away. She was his soulmate. He wanted nothing to be close to her. ”I’ve accepted that I’m on the smaller size. I was born the runt, after all.” A cheerful smile took over his lips as mentioned himself, wanting to show he was at peace with who he was.

After a moment, his expression softened as he posed the questions that arose in the past few minutes. ”Elvira..” He liked the way her name rolled off his tongue. ”You seemed a bit shocked at the soul-tie.” He gestured to the faint pink line connecting the two of them with his paw before speaking again. ”Are you new to Starfall? They’re kind of a common thing here.” Syrax placed his paw back down on the ground. His starry head tilted slightly then as he asked the next question, his wings shifting slightly. ”Also, why do you hide your horn? Sure, Drekistone may be known as the land of the dragons, but we do accept others with non-dracarae traits and treat them as our own.” He pondered. ”I’ve come across a few wolves with the monokeros bloodline like you have, but at least from what I saw, they never made their horn disappear like that. Why do you hide it?”

Syrax’s curious mind had him asking one more question. ”Who was the one to greet you and accept you, anyway? I have to make sure to thank them.” He smiled once again, tail wagging. The starry dracarae male was in their debt, it was because of them that he and Elvira met. The prince knew he’d have to tell his parents too, who would likely be ecstatic because they too have their own soul-tie. Syrax’s heart and mind failed to settle, to normalize. They could not, after all – he found the missing piece, or peace, or both. This joy expressed itself through his tail, which he tried to calm by sitting down, but it only resulted with his starry plume brushing up loose stones and dirt. He also sat to hold himself back from giving Elvira all the affection she deserved - they were still technically strangers, after all.

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