Ogain's magical abilities had grown more refined with time, his power now gentle, intuitive, and deeply connected to her soul. Through the bond they shared, he could ease her emotional wounds without a word. All it took was her touch, fingertips moving on his black feathers, and the magic would ripple softly into her, weaving warmth into her veins like golden threads of sunlight through the mist.
"You're sad... and silent," he whispered, his breath a breeze against her cheek. "If you don't speak it, it will hunt you down like a shadow."
The griffin beside her stirred, feathers ruffling as it picked up the weight in the air, an unspoken ache that pulsed between them.
Ren lowered her gaze. "My husband's aura is tainted with darkness… and my father is dying."
At her confession, Ogain responded not with words but with action, his magic surged, a comforting tide that washed over her chest, chasing the heaviness away. A breath escaped her lips, lighter now.
