Kelsea was the last to be at the meeting, still taken aback by the loss of her brother. Everyone else had taken their loved ones, while Kelsea continued to stare at her brother's lifeless, almost unrecognizable corpse. By this time, her tears had dried, and any further would cause her eyes to burn. She felt all the emotions her heart could muster right now. She needed to bury him…somewhere. She hoisted his corpse over her back and began to walk, almost mindlessly, until she reached the cliffside. Although he was blind in one eye, it was his favorite spot to look over, it was a pretty view of the lands of Starfall. Kelsea placed him down and began to dig several feet away from the cliffside. Soon enough, a hole large enough was made by her efforts, and she carefully laid her brother’s body into its final resting place. Kelsea sighed, looking at her brother once more before starting to cover him in the loose dirt.

Upon completion of his grave, Kelsea took a moment to sit on the cliffside and admire the view Oracle so admired. A soft spoken prayer left her lips. ”Oracle, may you rest peacefully and always watch over this cliffside and myself. I love you, and hope you can admire this view from both eyes now. Beartooth can hurt you no longer.” Her last words were choked up by sobs before she collapsed on the cliffside, her head in her paws. While wrapped in her emotions, mutations began to change her appearance – her pelt of browns and ashen grays turned into a pelt painted with the bright summer sky, clouds sparse amongst it. Wings grew from her back almost painlessly, being also painted with the ethereal pelt, however, more clouds amongst them. When Kelsea felt the added weight from the wings, she stood up frantically, whipping her head around to look at her back. Upon seeing the result – her newfound hybrid self, she smiled softly. This had to be a blessing from Oracle. ”Thank you, brother. You’ll always be with me.” She spoke, looking back to the sky.

It was then she felt a pang to her chest, what a way to ruin a mood. Her brown eyes flecked with blue looked down to her chest. Ah, yes. That pink strand that connected her to Maverick. Was that pain his doing? No. Kelsea would not let him ruin this moment that she should be thriving in. To her perception, Oracle had blessed her. No one, absolutely no one, would ruin this moment for her. Not even the brother of the Queen himself. She immediately turned away from the beautiful sky and made her way to Maverick’s den. Upon arriving, her eyes locked onto Mav’s dragon wings and then his crimson red eyes. Kelsea’s mind flashed back to the battlefield for a moment, highlighting when he had saved her from being Beartooth’s next victim. Her eyes showed sadness as this occurred, but then she brought herself back to the current situation. ”Maverick.” She spoke, her words soft. ”Thank you for saving me.”

Her eyes shifted away from his gaze for a moment as she tried to regain the confidence she had just minutes earlier upon receiving her blessing from Oracle. But it was useless…there was this feeling that she felt around Maverick that she could not quite describe. It was a mix of fear, partly influenced by his appearance, but also mixed with admiration, attachment, and respect. Her eyes traveled to her paws as she continued to think of what to say next. She did not want to talk about her newfound hybrid forme, she was too humble for such. In fact, she did not have an outsider’s perspective on her otherworldly appearance that she full-heartedly believed was from her brother’s spirit, so she did not know whether she was prettier or the like. But then she found what her next words would be as her eyes landed on that pink line that connected the two of them.

She sighed, looking up from the tie and attempted to meet his crimson eyes. ”Maverick.” She started again, and although one could still tell she was nervous by the tone of her voice, her posture had changed to one with more confidence. ”This…soulmate tie. I believe that’s what it is, from hearsay. How do you wish to address it?” She cocked her head, the next words from her maw coming out unfiltered, nervousness not present until after they were spoken. ”I would be happy to be considered yours.” She gasped upon realizing the strength of her words, quickly trying to recover them with much more nervous stuttering as her cheeks reddened. ”I m-mean, uhm, that I am happy to consider you…my hero! Y-yup, my hero! She looked away from him, flicked her ears back, and awaited his response.

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