so jump and i'm jumping - the golden eye

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

The times never change, do they? The sound of a voice, so soft and tired it was nearly imperceptible, was what caused Fraggle to jerk up from his sleep that morning. Glancing around the white temple, the boy attempted to locate the source of the voice, but was greeted only with the figure of Aurum in the corner of the room, the spirit looking outwards. Fraggle found himself confused, merely staring at the larger lion for a moment. He had always been able to see the spirit, and wondered why he lingered around, but the other had never spoken before. Did this new turn of events have something to do with the visit he had gotten last night? The angels...? He wasn't sure, but he wasn't given much time to figure it out. Fragglerock watched as Aurum's spirit gestured outwards, and the child stumbled forth, jaws opened and eyes widening when he caught the scent of The Golden Eye on the air. He bolted towards it immediately, all thoughts of new developments gone from his mind. Instead, all he wanted was home, and safety.

Sure enough, as he grew closer, Fraggle was greeted with the scent of Arlo and Aesior, as well as Damion's. The cub's first words were directed towards Arlo and Aesior, his tone relieved and gleeful to see them, "Dads! You came for me!" He stumbled forward and threw himself into Aesior, attempting to wrap his front limbs around the other's leg. He would then hug him for a long moment, a look of sheer happiness on his face. The large wound on his side and leg, now patched up by Aine, was still aching and stung especially from the sudden movement, but he found that he didn't care. All he cared was that his family had come for him. Looking at both Aesior and Arlo, Fraggle then said in a soft tone, his ears flattening against his head, "I'm sorry for leaving, and wandering onto someone else's land... trust me, I won't ever do that again..." He glanced at his side as he spoke, still remembering just how much the wound had stung, and how terrified he had been. Although, the conversation going on as he arrived didn't seem entirely genuine.

Turning to the small crowd of Pittians, Fraggle chose to speak up for himself, muttering, "I... I apologize for trespassing. But as soon as I knew I was on someone else's lands, I told that guy that I would leave." He gestured a paw in Dante's direction, pressing himself up against Aesior's side for some sense of comfort. He then muttered, gaze narrowing, "He didn't let me. Instead he just attacked me, and took me here. I don't blame any of the other people here, though, and I genuinely am sorry for trespassing." It seemed unfair to him that the others were attempting to justify his injury and capture, considering Dante could have just escorted him to the border and made sure he left. That didn't exactly seem violent enough for the hybrid, however. At least Gael didn't seem to be making excuses, and Fraggle made sure to shoot a grateful look in the ardent's direction for that.

☆ — what of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?