Warm.
The sun shone warmly over the fields of H'Trae, casting golden light across the landscape that Rey had once called home. The sky was impossibly blue, unmarred by clouds, perfect in the way that only memories could be.
Rey stood in the garden behind his modest house, watching his family with a contentment he'd almost forgotten could exist.
Aris, his eldest at eight years old, ran through the grass with wild abandon, his small dark wings fluttering experimentally as he tried to achieve proper flight. The boy's laughter echoed across the field, pure and unburdened by knowledge of what the future would bring.
"Dad, watch! I can almost do it!" Aris called out, launching himself from a small hill with determination that exceeded his actual capability.
He managed perhaps three meters of awkward gliding before tumbling into the soft grass, his wings tangling beneath him.
Rey smiled, moving to help his son up.
