Wiliaquo: The castle was quiet, a quiet that only occurred when even the breath of the wind outside was holding its pause. The light from the crystal walls covered the halls in which he stepped noiselessly.
Monse: She slept fitfully in their bed, one arm outstretched towards his side of the bed, her fingers curled in a grip on empty air. Her breathing was irregular, as if her dreams knew what decisions he made.
Wiliaquo: He stood at the bedside, watching her for longer than he intended. The wind swirled around him softly, as if it were controlled and submissive. He reached out, touching his thumb against her knuckles. "Forgive me."
Multhi: Multhi stirred in his crib, replete with tiny sounds issuing from his mouth, his eyes barely registering in the dim light. "Da…"
Wiliaquo: The man froze, then moved forward, carefully picking up his son in his arms. The wind nestled around both of them, warm compared to the chill in the air. "I will return," he whispered, a vow rather than a promise. He held Multhi until he had drifted back to sleep, leaving the castle.
He reached out, using his wind to open a gateway, a move he has been practicing for some time now. "I can try to fix this..." He stepped towards the gate, but before he could enter, he was grabbed by the neck; a flaming hand of rock gripped him.
Valkun: He ripped the gateway open, stepping onto the land, "See, they said you would be stupid enough to try and reason with me~." He laughed, his other hand rose, igniting in flames.