He hadn't seen Fleur in some time - but he knew he couldn't worry about it too much. There was no real point to worrying, of course - Fleur was not the flimsy sort. She could take care of herself and Florence had to take care of himself.

Polaris was in some state - he had observed the fires not long after hatching. He wasn't sure what happened, or what changed that it stopped, but stopped is exactly what had happened. The flamingo slowly wandered through the room, deathly thin and cautious, watching the seared rock where the fires had scorched.

Taking care of himself was - quite frankly - not a priority for him anymore. He could believe that his little sister was around all he wanted but it didn't stop the occasional thought that came from the back of his mind that said; What if she's dead?


He was always quick to simply dismiss the thoughts and move on - but he had to consider it. In these caves it's impossible for someone to just.. vanish, without dying first. It's impossible not to know everyone around if you talked to them; hell, Florence could recognize familiar faces but never did he bother to speak with them.

Couldn't any one of them be his sister's murderer, anyway?

He decided he didn't want to think about it anymore as he headed towards the river, looking down. He couldn't see any fish, but he knew he had to wait. So he did.