Icarus watched as Helia and the Pidgeotto, Virgil, flew off beyond the horizon. He hadn't known her for very long, but he felt tears run down his face as she left. Honolulu had hugged him, but he simply stood still. He was actually going to miss her.
"And don't forget! This isn't goodbye!"
Those words rang in Icarus' head like a church bell. It might not have been goodbye, but whatever it was, it hurt. He sat down on the ground, his face becoming more and more drenched as tears constantly streamed down his cheeks, evaporating on his fluffy mane. He made no sounds, but his emotions rang true. "I-I'm gonna miss her, too..." He finally said, his emotions taking a full hold on things. "I-I really *sniff* am..."
A few piles of sand shook violently and levitated, surrounded by a magenta and scarlet aura. Icarus' collar glowed brilliantly with the same aura, but he hadn't noticed. His sadness for someone who he met very recently, along with the confusion of why he was so emotional over her when he barely even knew her, both overwhelmed his mind. What ever was happening at that moment was drowned out by his own emotions. He sniffled a couple of times, blushing at the realization that he was legitimately crying, not restraining himself whatsoever.
I really will miss you, Helia. Hope to see you again sometime...