FIN~!
When they reached the clan’s borders, Mati reached out to take the things Silas had been carrying for her. His grip loosened and the painting supplies were lifted away, leaving Silas with a strangely useless and empty feeling. With Mati gone, he’d have nothing to do. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to venture back to the mansion, fearing the same hollow feeling would work its way to consume him as his pale eyes swept the area outside of Halo's door. Still, he felt slightly reassured by Mati’s words, even if he was sad to see her go.
The young Russian returned the woman's smile, watching as she turned to head home. Merely a moment passed before the boy called softly, "Have a safe trip home, meess Mati." The boy stood watching for a few more minutes until the young Crimsom Dreams woman was only a vague splash of soft brown in the distance. With a slight sigh escaping past parted teeth, Silas turned to make his way back to the mansion, unsure of how he’d occupy the rest of his night.
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