Look, I get it know. Part of your misery is coming from being apart of the fairy kingdom, isn’t it? I begin, looking at the Pegasus with a questioning gaze. He stares back at me for a long time, but finally yields under pressure and moves his head away.
I can sense a wave of confirmation coming from him wordlessly. So, he misses it so badly, that he can’t even say it. Poor Silver … I force myself to concentrate, not wanting to lose the thread of the conversation.
I put on a reassuring smile, as I reach out to him, petting his soft muzzle. What if I told you there is a way to end that suffering? And that you only have to say the word? I offer, making his eyes jump back up with a hardened gaze.
You better not be implying what I think you are, Arya, he responds in a warning tone,
