Tale As Old As Time
Fyn raised his arms up, feeling the intense heat of the forest fire they just started.
His plan was to get them out, get rid of the fire, and get Kavan to calm down.
It was easier said than done, but he could dream, can't he?
"Hana," Fyn whispered, looking back at Kavan every now and then. The demon still wasn't looking at him, his eyes were on Hana. Unwavering. Anger and rage rushing through him. His wings are at their full length and height. Fyn clicked his tongue, looking back at Hana, his arms still raised, one of the palms facing Hana, the other facing Kavan. He shakes his head, "Just go back, please. We won't bother you anymore, just go-"