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Richmon's gaze snapped from the stars the second her herd the blue mares voice. It had been a long time since last he had seen her, and from the looks of things she was healing well. The corners of Richmons mouth curled up slightly, the closest thing to a smile for the emotionally challenged soquili. "Not to the clouds, Wrath; to the heavens..." Richmon said with a nod. He had come to accept that physical contact was necessary for the mortals of this world, thus he didnt jump at the nudge, but he did turn slightly to keep his distance afterward; old habits were hard to kill. "I've always looked to them; you've simply never caught me doing so." He paused and looked her over fully, making sure there was no harm to her. "How have you been? It has been some time."

Richmon furrowed a brow as Akahi shook her head at him. He was curious as to why she was doing so, but the question did not ebb from his maw. Instead he simply nodded, listening intently as she spoke of all that was happening with her. It was good that she was meeting others, good that she was able to accept both the old and the new as one good thing. But... He closed his eyes for a second, remembering the night she had called him a friend, pondering still as to what it meant. From what she said, how she looked, and how she sounded her healing was done, she didnt need him anymore. "It seems as though you will no longer need to look to the skys..." Richmon said in his usual tone, taking on his usual neutral expression once more. He had meant to say more, but he couldnt think of what to say. For once in his mortal life he was at a loss of words. Curious it was, as Richmon was never at a loss of words.

So being a friend meant staying in touch even when one did not need to; or at least that is a part of the meening that he interpreted from Akahi's comment. He could accept that, and despite his normal lack interaction with those he's clensed after he's done so he was rather grateful that she seemed to still want his presence around. "Then I'll continue to drop from the sky to see you..." He ruffled his wings, fluffing them up to his sides under his cloak before dropping his head a little. He had forgotten to answer her question, and it deserved an answer. "I do not know how I have been. I can only assume I've been well, though no good or bad has happened. I've done little since we last met, seen many but have spoken to very few. It seems I've only landed when there was a physical need to and others normally dont approach me when I do."

Richmon hadnt budged when Akahi head moved to nudge him, hadnt even twitched when he eyed the expression of happiness and pondered what she was feeling to cause such an expression; no, there was no reactions due to these, but her statement actually made him flinch. He knew he was mortal, he knew he had said it, he knew.... But no one had ever mentioned it out loud before to him. It was a shock to hear another call him a mortal. "I..." He muttered, pausing before he even started and snapped his gaze back to the stars. He blinked a few times before dropping his gaze to the ground. How did one respond to her statement. It implied that he had emotions, and that he hadnt accepted his mortality. The only emotion he had felt and had been able to match with the emotions of others was sadness; he didn't consider gratitude to be an emotion after all. But... "I apologize." Richmom managed to mumble out as he turned his head once more to look at the pale blue mare. She had indeed come a long ways from the Wrathful mare he had met two winters ago. "I didnt mean to jump." And in fact he hadnt, it had just happened. "I was simply unguarded to such a statement and as such wasnt expecting it."

Richmon furrowed his brow as he looked at Akahi, listening her every word. She spoke as though it wasnt anything out of the ordinary. Had he honestly been around her so much that it was normal? Or were there more like him that mad his... predicament... more natural? Yet again he thought too much into it; but then again he thought too much into everything. As her frozen breath drifted out into the chilled air Richmon came to realize just how cold it may actually be. He lifted a wing, hesitating for a moment as he fought the urge to withdraw it back to his side, fought the thought that physical contact should not happen, and convinced himself that it was necessary for the physical safty of the mare before him. Cold like this could make her sick, and it was because of him and their conversation that she most likly had not sought out shelter from the cold yet. Once convinced he let his wing fall over her sides like a downy blanket. "It felt only right to apologize..." Richmon said afterward. He looked to the stars once more in silence for a moment, trying to force the question that hadnt left his mind since the day he woke in this world from his lips. "I... often wonder; Why was i sent to this world? What did I do?"

It was almost as though Richmon could feel Akahi relax beneath his wing, and as she shuffled closer he assumed it was to get warmer. He had no clue how she was feeling right then; he could sense confusion though and for a moment he wondered how she could be confused. Perhaps him draping his wing over her had been the wrong thing to do and it was too much physical contact? But if that was so then why had she edged closer? Need for warmth may have just outweighed personal boundaries he concluded. "But just because one doesnt have to know the reason doesnt mean that the question doesnt arise. I cant help but feel as though I did something to anger Him above, did something to displease Him and call His wrath down upon me." Richmon said quietly as he tilted his head even more to look the mare by his side in the face. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. "I believe deeply that I was sent here for a reason, and I hope it for a good cause; but I cant help but ponder the possibilities."