...:[Myth's.Journal]:...
Upon exiting the Crystal Temple simply speechless at the spectacle that had just occurred. Holding the limp figure in his arms, Myth slowly walked through the thick forest only looking away from Eyre to ensure that he did not trip up on a tree root or to make sure he was heading in the right direction. This ordeal in Myth's chapter of life certainly had been quite a strenuous one, and before long he had to come to a halt feeling quite drained. Setting down Eyre on a soft patch of grass propped up against a rock Myth sat down by a tree trunk looking up at the occasional cloud that floated past the few patches of sky of the thick canopy above.
Awaking to at the crack of dawn to the gentle sounds of song birds sending their music through the air, Myth sat up with a smile before realising that he had fallen asleep while Eyre had still been unconscious, how could he have done such a thing? To have left his Elysian lying next to him where anyone could've harmed him.
"Morning Myth."
Startled, Myth turned his gaze smiling to see a creature of such an intense aquamarine, "Eyre," Myth stuttered, hardly able to contain his excitement Myth started to move closer to Eyre taking in this breath taking site. Every feature of Eyre was brilliant, from his thick blue mane of hair down to his silver hooves that gleamed like the moonlight on a cold and misty night.
[[Not Alot, But I Have to Get Going and will finish Soon]]
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