By this point, it's hard for Darkleer not to pick up on the soft sound of wings slipping through the air. Goodness, they've known one another for... how long, now? It's not even been a sweep, but in these past couple of years, he's learned to immediately pick up on what sounds Summoner makes. Every light footstep, the shift of his wings as wind rushes through them, when he smacks his horns against something by accident... Perhaps unfortunately, he doesn't fall in love halfheartedly. Darkleer falls completely, which makes parting all the more painful.

He tries not to think about that. He just turns his head to the side, pressing his nose and lips against the warm skin of his matesprit, the wild scent of him. He's warm and scarred and one of the most precious people in Darkleer's life. He doesn't want to ever forget him.

"I'm glad, then. I wanted to see you as well."