bad glitch episode [★] walking with the moon

[torren]

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★ | TORREN WINTHER

The caws arose Torren from an uneasy slumber, eyes snapping awake with sharp attention.  Fiachra?  Familiar with broken sleep patterns, the youth did his best to offer his housemate care and attention, but failed to remain conscious some nights; painfully aware insomnia and anxiety plagued her mind and body even while his struggled to remain awake.  The wildcat scrambled to his paws without hesitation, nearly tumbling out of the door when a duo of voices fell on his ears. 

"Kiira?"

Only Arrow and Aphra lingered beyond the porch -- his face falling with further concern.  'Can something be done about it?'  Torren released a breath, stepping away from the door and down the steps, his thick tail lowered behind him.  "It's... It's not something she can control.  Especially when--" she's not well.

The prince suspected mental and emotional health could compound and increase the unfortunate glitches; leaving his friend further exhausted and drained.  While too late to attend the meeting in person, the feline knew how well Kiira took the matter -- kept his opinions outside of public view, although he doubted there would be surprise that he agreed with her over others.  Of course, while they may suspect bias if they knew, it truly boiled down to his similarly 'soft' views, as the Winther boy was a trained diplomat and a pacifist.  Violence, even well intentioned, always rebounds upon oneself.

Shaking his head, Torren allowed his body to change, taking a form similar to Fiachra's and took to flight.  He shook off the change as soon as he landed upon the roof, returning to be the more familiar scottish wildcat and settling besides his friend, close enough to brush his fur against hers.  "Kiira.  Do you want help down or... Do you want to stay up here for a moment?"

With a sheepish smile, he flicked his tail, glancing back down.  "It's not a horrible view... We're just worried.  I don't think anyone would like to see you fall off a roof." Not that I would ever let you, the promise rested somewhere in the back of his throat, broken by the seasons in his friend's eyes.  Winter and autumn were still beautiful, yet more pained than he wished to bear; there must be something, he prayed, to say or do that would make her crack a smile again.

**whist (v.) ★  torren winther / scottish wildcat / tangler