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I am homesick for a home that i have yet to create
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Altair knew that scent anywhere.
Even before he stepped through the treeline, the sharp, peculiar sweetness curling through the mountain air told him exactly who had decided to make a spectacle of himself tonight.
Calyx.
Of course.
He paused in the shadows long enough to watch the familiar display unfold—the exaggerated stretch, the theatrical little wiggle, the effortless sprawl across the branch like the tree itself had grown there solely for his convenience.
Some things, apparently, never changed.
A quiet breath escaped Altair’s nose, something between amusement and resignation, before he finally stepped into view.
Comfortable?
His voice cut cleanly through the stillness, low and dry with practiced patience.
Moonlight caught along the dark planes of his frame as he came to a stop beneath the branch, pale eyes lifting to settle on Calyx with the sort of measured stare usually reserved for particularly inconvenient problems.
Not dangerous ones.
Just inconvenient.
The faintest smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth.
I’m trying to decide whether I should be concerned, offended, or impressed by the consistency.
Then his gaze dropped to the little pouch tucked beneath Calyx’s paw.
There it was.
The likely answer.
Altair huffed softly, shaking his head.
What's even in that?
The words carried no real accusation—only the familiar skepticism of someone who knew Calyx's family enough to expect chaos as a baseline.
Still, there was unmistakable warmth beneath the dry edge of his tone.
No challenge.
No territorial warning.
Just the easy authority of a Zenith addressing one of his own. His tail gave a slow flick behind him as he looked back up.
