[The sun was just starting to set, the sky becoming a brilliant eventide of stars, dark blues, and the hints of orange and yellow slowly disappearing from the horizon. The wind was sharp and crisp, and the waves crashed against the rocks in a rhythmic pattern. It was one of the few places one could say was truly undisturbed, and one can probably understand just why Flins preferred life on this outcropping of rocks.
The lighthouse had yet to turn on, as Flins was currently absent from the lighthouse, but well on his way to returning. In fact, if Husk were to listen closely, inbetween the sounds of the waves Flins' soft voice could be heard down at the base of the lighthouse.
"That was not a wise choice, my friend. Next time, should you want to get the upper hand on the Boss, you'll need to prioritize your dodging. Now that you're well and rested...take care. Give Sir August my best."
A familiar raven takes to the air to fly back, knife in its beak as Flins watches it go, turning his head up to the top of the lighthouse to see Husk sitting there. He could jump right up to his shadow, but instead, he walks slowly to the door at its base, opening it silently and walking in. As Husk waits, the light of the lantern under him illuminates--Flins must've turned it on as he went inside.
It's a slow, methodical walk up, as he gives a nod to Casimir that he'll take the watch up top, and he could rest by the fire.
They'll swap shifts later.
The spirals staircase seems to last forever, as he glides up them, his lantern lighting the way the further he ascended. Finally, he gets to the top, and opens the door to the gallery, turning his head up to see Husk sitting there, wings around him in a protective cage. His yellow eyes soften, as he shuts the door and leans against the lantern room.
Without thinking, Flins reaches up to pull Husk's tail towards him, letting it rest against his face as he strokes the plumage at the end.
It looks like he's not going to say anything at first, just letting his fingers run along those feathers. But soon, he speaks up.]
Ah...I was wondering if that ship would eventually find its way back. I was starting to think it'd gotten lost.
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Date: 2025-12-22 08:13 pm (UTC)The lighthouse had yet to turn on, as Flins was currently absent from the lighthouse, but well on his way to returning. In fact, if Husk were to listen closely, inbetween the sounds of the waves Flins' soft voice could be heard down at the base of the lighthouse.
"That was not a wise choice, my friend. Next time, should you want to get the upper hand on the Boss, you'll need to prioritize your dodging. Now that you're well and rested...take care. Give Sir August my best."
A familiar raven takes to the air to fly back, knife in its beak as Flins watches it go, turning his head up to the top of the lighthouse to see Husk sitting there. He could jump right up to his shadow, but instead, he walks slowly to the door at its base, opening it silently and walking in. As Husk waits, the light of the lantern under him illuminates--Flins must've turned it on as he went inside.
It's a slow, methodical walk up, as he gives a nod to Casimir that he'll take the watch up top, and he could rest by the fire.
They'll swap shifts later.
The spirals staircase seems to last forever, as he glides up them, his lantern lighting the way the further he ascended. Finally, he gets to the top, and opens the door to the gallery, turning his head up to see Husk sitting there, wings around him in a protective cage. His yellow eyes soften, as he shuts the door and leans against the lantern room.
Without thinking, Flins reaches up to pull Husk's tail towards him, letting it rest against his face as he strokes the plumage at the end.
It looks like he's not going to say anything at first, just letting his fingers run along those feathers. But soon, he speaks up.]
Ah...I was wondering if that ship would eventually find its way back. I was starting to think it'd gotten lost.