Hey y'all! New drabble, more later. Not much to say.
49. Bird
Trampling grass, to head to his normal training space is when Lexaeus spots it. Frail and beautiful, the grey feathers parted around a gash under the wing. He abandons his plans, taking it back through the portal and carrying for it as carefully as he can. The mockingbird reminds him of Zexion, of the innocence and the unassuming loveliness, despite its physical weakness. It is because of this he tries so hard to save the poor creature, and it is because of this that he weeps when he cannot save it, heart or no heart.
The forty-ninth. Fifty-one to go.
Double today, so come back later!
-Josiy x