Heavier

Ryu glided through the skies. Though he subconsciously turned his head toward the Life Shrine where his mother should be, he ultimately turned away and continued onward. His mother said to trust her, so he would do exactly that.

They didn't need goodbyes. They knew exactly what their task now was and that was to become as strong as possible to protect their home.

Ryu's white and sky blue robes fluttered, dancing strands of ice followed his wake. His grandfather's bow was strapped to his back and a small crystalline butterfly sat on his shoulder, ripping outward with star-like motes of light.

As his hair danced in the wind, he looked like a deity descended to the world of mortals. His closed eyes only added to the air of mystery, making him seem even more mysterious.