He knew it was foolish, that Skye would have his head if he got near Anathema. And yet, here he was, on the border where he didn't belong. He wanted... well, he didn't know what he wanted. If Liam saw him, the boy who was once his son would kill him. Of that, Tal had no doubt. Still, the pale D'artisian scholar was here after seeing his former mate in New Dawn. yes, it was probably foolish, when he could have carried on down and at a safe distance between Inferni and Anathema.
A pale horse came galloping by him, lathered in sweat and exhausted. The male jerked back, startled by the wraithlike appearance of the equine. His curious nature got the best of him, and he found himself following the horse, who was clearly running.... somewhere. Tal halted as he saw the horse stop suddenly, trembling and exhausted. It had stopped in front of a pale female.
His ears came back, a sign of his confusion. Ayasha. He wasn't confused as to why she was here, it was Anathema's border he was toeing. But last he'd heard, she had little ones to take care of. His grandchildren. Strange to think he was a grandfather. Very strange. He wanted to run, but as if the thought of leaving had gotten her attention, the snow hued woman looked up, meeting his eyes over the horse's trembling form. He drew in a sharp breath, hoping she wouldn't call for help, hoping she wouldn't call for Liam. He held up his hands to show they were empty, an international symbol of goodwill.
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