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Like a drum his heart pounded in his ears, cancelling out any background noise. Malcolm was calm, this was not his storm, merely a reflection of Elyna’s own inner turmoil echoed in his body. Quiet, the house took in a great breath as the front door was pulled open, sucking the warmth from wooden lungs. There was a low hiss, his own rage given voice. How dare she leave with Elsie, and on the back on a Volareon! Malcolm raced from the guest room and rushed to the front door, his voice like thunder as he called after the small silhouette in the sky. “Elyna!”
He watched her disappear, the new silence broken by the familiar cry of a baby. Elsie was still here? The mortalborn went to the room to comfort the child, rocking her in his arms with care. Soon Elsie was once again asleep, and Malcolm was left alone to contemplate what might be going through Elyna’s mind. They were so mad, at the world and with each other. Things had been rough since his return, and what could have been a wonderful night was ruined by insecurity and unspoken truths.
Today he was meant to be training knights, instead Malcolm was sitting at home, racking his brain. It was difficult to see past his anger. Some hours had passed now and still Elyna had not returned. Malcolm had used his mortalborn gift to keep Elsie content for now, but two nosebleeds later and he knew this was not going to be a long term fix. He rummaged through old letters and documents, hoping to find something that might explain Elyna’s resentment. The will. It had led to a heated argument between the two of them before his departure in Ymiden. Malcolm threw it into the fire along with some other bits of old paper.
Upon the discovery of the letter he had sent to Vaughn, the knight also found a letter addressed to himself from Elyna that had never been sent. The words on the page were hard to read, not due to the amount of errors, of which there were many, but the message, one Elyna had failed to communicate during their previous spats. Malcolm balled up the letter. His nose stung with the tears he refused to shed. He had been hurting for far too long. The letter answered a lot of questions, but it didn't take away the pain, in fact, it only added to it. He swallowed and rolled the crumpled letter into the low burning flames and watched it disappear.
