Rain and Ivy

He had been attempting to fly again. There wasn't much success with it, most likely because there wasn't anyone to show him how. He hadn't seen Rosco since their first encounter with Valkyrie; and at the moment he wasn't sure if he really wanted to. He was very fond of the dragon hybrid, but there were bitter feelings from Val favoring him over the silver boy. But he still did not hold that against Rosco, who had been his constant with the disappearance of his sibling. He wasn't used to being truly alone, and the man had been extremely helpful with continuing this cycle of his. It made his childhood somewhat normal, even though it a normal one's eye it was anything but.

He had left the chaos of the stormy oceans, and silently entered the humid embrace of the Rainforest Cliffs. He welcomed the embrace of the trees, the sound of the birds and creatures lurking about. There was a comfort in them, a sense of familiarity that reminded him of his old home. It was what he had left of Helovia, and he wanted to hold onto it for as long as he could. With growing grace the boy trotted through the vegetation, eyes filled with a curious fire that always radiated from his gangling being. He was always searching, finding and concluding and discovering what this twisted world had to offer.

What he was also always doing was running into people at the most unexpected moments. It was she, the bright beauty with purple coat and orbs so mesmerizing. She was talking to someone, looking at them with perhaps a sweet expression? He wasn't sure, but he remembered her from when they had been together in Halyven. So it was with a calm yet open expression he made movements to greet her, only to be stopped by the sight of another familiar figure. Ruwin; on the ground and bleeding in different places. Burns lacing his underbelly and legs and his spiders whirring worriedly.

Leroy instantly moved from him to its former master, scuttling to its family and keeping close. Although Vynter felt the separation; he could understand the spider's concern.  He was quickly approaching the man now, completely ignoring the woman with the beautiful floating orbs. His nose pressed to his, breathing air into his nostril in tender greeting; before lifting his head to study the mans damages. His wings spread to stretch, settling delicately on his back as he began to process the best plan of action. There would need to be a salve, and something to fight off the infection.

The Watcher looked beaten and bruised; but those would heal with time. These burns could fester and devour his flesh with ease. He was moving without thought, making his way through the brush with an intense expression. He was relentless in his findings, looking for just the right things before finally returning. Once satisfied with his supplies he began to work, gently pressing his head against K'yarie in an attempt to get her to give him space.

Vynter

My will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way

image credit to Skylark

@Ruwin