HEATHER • open, drinking

Shimmering eyes meet the blind feline’s form, nodding in agreeance. Corrupttimelines had met many people who were blind, and even treated some people to avoid the blindness occurring. The wyvern had spent the time he had trying to re-obtain medical knowledge and potentially do the unthinkable. Curing blindness? That would be high on the priority list, especially for Seven. That is, if such a thing could ever be accomplished with the limited resources one could find here. “It is a simple wish, but a good one Seven,” he remarked, taking another swig and allowing the burn to coat his throat. A gruff sigh passed his lips meer moments before Balefire chimed in.

Wiser words had never been spoken, catching the ears of the wyvern gingerly as he nodded his large cranium. The future was never set, and sure, you could manipulate it to get a desired result. The lumbering beat knew that. However, he also knew how wrong things could be.

“Myself…” he trailed off, tapping his chin. “I want to have a family.”

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