(A/N: The given theme was 'wings'; this is fluff-ish.)
"It's really blue today, Lyude."
Lyude smiled to himself and did not offer a response. One wasn't needed – Folon often made comments of what seemed quite a childish nature, but meant far more than that. Him expressing that he was content, comfortable, what could even be called happy was more than Lyude felt he needed to respond to.
He made comments about the sky quite frequently when they were up here, on the roof of King Ladekahn's palace. He didn't like it as much when it was cloudy, because then he didn't match and then it wasn't bright and then it just wasn't pretty. Folon had become very concerned with things being pretty lately, which was a change from the obsession with dirtiness he'd entertained a few weeks back.
A figure with bright white wings soared past them, clothed in something long and pale blue with a silver crown secure on his brow.
Lyude cast Folon a glance and noted that his face had creased somewhat. When he spoke next, his voice was quiet, "Does the Star hate me, Lyude?"
Lyude reached over to give him a tight one-armed hug. "No, he doesn't."
"But I hurt you." Folon protested, his eyes wide and still following the flying through the sky.
"That was a long time ago. And you fixed it, remember? He doesn't mind so much anymore."
"But I –"
"Hush now. It's fine. The Star doesn't mind you at all."
"You promise?" He sounded very much like a child seeking confirmation that everything was alright, that he really hadn't done anything wrong.
Lyude held him closer still, murmuring softly, "I promise."