Feng had barely been back ten minutes and he was already in hysterics. He’d landed on the familiar island and tucked away his wings with a huge smile on his face, clearly happy to be back home and ready to continue with his usual duties after being gone so long, but the smile didn’t last long at all. As he began to wander around he noticed very quickly that it was much too quiet, and soon enough his walk turned in to a sprint as his stomach began to tie itself in knots. Why was it so quiet? What had happened? … Where was Ryu? As he hurried around the island in a panic that question repeated over and over in his head as if every repeat would bring him closer to the answer, but Feng wasn’t that lucky. He checked every room in their house, he climbed to the highest point on the island to observe every corner of it, and by the time the tears started filling his eyes he’d taken flight and was hovering high above the island, still searching desperately for his companion. Where was he? Where was Ryu? Where had he gone? He kept flying higher and higher until he couldn’t go any further, and when he was at his limit he left the safety of the island and began flying away from it as fast as he possibly could go, his eyes fixed on the huge expanse of ocean below as he called out Ryu’s name over and over at the top of his lungs. He didn’t care if his throat started hurting, or that his wings were growing tired, he was consumed with the desperation to find Ryu, and there was no way he could stop to rest when all he could think about was finding him and making sure he was safe.
