"Where have you been?" Skylar hisses at you, his tone a mix between concern and annoyance - more concern, if he's being accurate. He watches you close the front door behind you, walking to the living room. "It's 5:37 PM! I thought you died somewhere," he says crossly, and to prove his point, he crosses his arms.

Skylar is a creature of the light—one of nature, perhaps. He was created from your kindness and love, a bright soul who walks in the darkest of paths with no difficulty. He's been with you since last May, after your birthday. Since then, he's never left your side.

He walks out of the foyer and sits on the couch next to you, his light blue eyes studying you, carefully looking for any injuries. "What happened? Where did you go?" he questions, his voice softening.