Pyrus threw on a saddle for Myra to sit on, and reigns. He socured them to Thunderstorm, then passed them to Myra. *these. Dont let go.*

Myra looked a bit worried. "Y-You're sure you dont want to ride?" she said with a bit of concern. Her body tensing when Thunderstorm moved. She was afraid of falling off. Thunderstorm seemed bigger and higher up now that she was on her.

Pyrus smiled, took the riegns back, and hopped on in front of Myra. *just relax, and hold onto me. ok?*

Myra swallowed hard before she nervously placed her hands in his sides. She was afraid to touch him. When he had Thunderstorm start moving she was quick to wrap her arms tightly around his stomach. Blushing a bit and looking away in hopes Pyrus wouldnt see. "Ready to show us what you got Misty?"she asked.

Pyrus turned and smiled at her. *first time, huh?*

Thunderstorm kept a steady trotting pace, careful not to startle them.

Myra blushed again and nodded. "Yeah...I'm sure you grew up learning this stuff though with how you can ride." She said softly. She didnt need to hold onto him at the moment with how steady Thunderstorm was but she didnt really want to let go. Her grip on him loosened a little but she still kept her arms around him. A bit embarassed but she rested her cheek against his shoulder as she watched for Misty.

*yeah. I grew up on a farm, and I had a big sister named Hanna. She kept this tiny pony named Apple, because he would always eat apples when he could. Hanna let me ride Apple when I was little, and it was fun.* he smiled, remembering. *we would play together, and sleep together, and live together.

But all that changed one day.

My parents ran a milk and ice cream shop. It wasnt big, but it was tasty. One day, robbers burst into the shop, killed Mom, and made Dad give up all the money. Not just shop cash, money for Hannas college funds when she got older, and our secret stash for a vacation. Then, they killed Dad. Hanna ran, grabbed Apple, and dissapeared.* Pyruss good mood had dissapeared, replaced by sorrow and hate.

*The robbers burned our shop down. Nothing but ashes and me remained. But they threw this horrible acid all over me while the fire was burning, and it got into my cuts. I felt like I was burning twice. Once from the fire, and once from the acid. Then...

It stopped.

I woke up in the ashes of our shop. It was gone. I rose, and felt a heat in my hands. I lifted them, and they were on fire. Actually on fire. But it didnt hurt. I learned the acid was also a magic potion thing, and combined with the fire, it gave me abilities.

I left, and began traveling, carrying only coins, food, water, milk, a picture of my family, my bag, and my clothes. Eventually, someone found out about my powers, and called the authorities. I ran, and a few days later got a note to come here. And thats my story.*

Pyrus just stared into the lowering sun, a silent tear rolling down his face.

(That took a while to type! You better have a lot to say after that.

Im pretty sure thats the longest backstory Ive ever done.)

Mist felt really bad for him. She'd never gone through anything like that, and couldn't imagine what it felt like. She also, started crying.

Myra frowned. Hugging him a bit tighter as they rode. "I'm sorry...I'm glad you're here though. Maybe you could use a spell to track your sister." She whispered. Her eyes were watery as she tried not to cry. She gently pressed her cheek into his shoulder a bit more to try and comfort him as she held him a bit tighter. "Here you'll always have a family." She said in a soft tone to try and comfort him further.

Pyrus smiled at Myra, crying softly now. *thanks. Thats a good idea. And thanks.* he hugged her, and pulled Misty into it to.

The jar cracked more, almost breaking.

Thunderstorm looked at Pyrus, watching him.