CHULANE
let's set the world on fire
Slowly but surely, their embrace comes apart, though he is loathe to be helping it. He can see that they need each other, that they still cling to each other's hands and arms even as they break apart. Kia tugs the monolith of a man along, and Chuy falls in step with them, relief filling him as he sees motion again, something of normalcy ushered, though it was still heavily afflicted by the weight of the emotions they carried. He walks close to Kia, picking up bags if needed, ensuring Auni wasn't overloaded, falling into step with them easily. He listened intently to the words she posed, the talk of Halo, of the Grounders staying there, of them. At her glance to him he offers a soft, small smile, one that reflected the simple and overwhelming joy he felt every time he thought of them, of their togetherness.
But there was anxiety too, as silence stretched on between them all, as Deimos stared off to the horizon, Chulane could only guess at what he was thinking. Was he still caught up in the news from before, deaf to Kia's most recent tidbit of information? Was he thinking of ways to render Chulane limbless?
Needless to say, Chuy's imagination was running rampant in the silence that felt like an age between them.
Then a snort, a glance (Chuy heard the if you ever hurt her message loud and clear; it didn't need to be spoken out loud or through the bond), and finally he spoke. A clear nod was given, a physical display of his understanding - Kia had warned him that a family dinner was on the agenda, and he ultimately welcomed it. It was clearly important to her, to her family, and so by extension, it was important to Chuy as well. "Kia did mention a dinner," he supplied, to convey his agreement and understanding, another soft smile touching his lips.
Then the space between he and Kia was filled with something decidedly equine - no, unicorn, and Chuy had to pause his step to behold the beast. "Oh, hello," he crooned softly, offering a hand to the unicorn, the other hand diving into one of his many treat-lined pockets, coming out with a few biscuits he'd made for Auni (he hoped the little luxere was in a sharing mood) that he promptly offered. "Who is this?" he had to ask, as he made room for the creature to stride between he and Kia, and made to continue walking across the glade.
we can burn brighter than the sun
