Syryn was upset. He wanted to give in to his sadness, to scream and plead at Magnus not to leave. The fire mage was his first real friend in his new life. It wasn't fair for him to leave after getting so deep under Syryn's skin.
"I'll come back home one day." Magnus ruffled the top of Syryn's hair. "You dont have to look so morose, Ryn."
Syryn had the crazy idea of confining Magnus inside their home. He could use a really thick metal chain that even a shapeshifter would have difficulty with. And then what? He asked himself.
"I'm not sad. I won't miss a lazy tenant like you who hardly contributes to home maintenance," Syryn replied with a snort. "Good riddance."
"But I'll miss you and your delicious potions." Magnus smiled and it was one of those rare honest smiles that he didn't just wear on his face like it was pasted on.
"Then don't leave. Where are you going anyway?"
