Nonetheless, my work is ceaseless. I wonder if Solaris has noticed my wanderings, as often as they have become. Often, I find myself observing Achlys or the others behind the concealment of the forests. I grow curious as to my own fascination, a hunger for company seemingly just as fierce as my other appetites. It is a fickle hunger, one that manifests itself as curiosity truly. I desire to learn more of the inner workings of others, be it their failure or success. Today, such an appetite is there within my gut. Conversation, observation, it doesn't matter what. I seek out the company I desire, concealed once more in the shadows of the forest. A small part of me is curious as to whether such a hunger is driven by Lihi or my brother; perhaps I desire to merely watch her once more, though the sheer thought of her twists my gut with a red hot anger. She is, after all, a creature so very weak, a mere play thing to my brother. I do not fault him, not anymore, for his attachment to her. It is her that gives in to him.

My thoughts have kept me busy, an endless wave of them until they are broken by the sudden intrusion of a scent. It is a foreign one, young and female and combined with the efforts of spring. Pollen moves through the air like fireflies, casting a yellow haze over the fields that pepper the forests. It seems that somebody has stirred the flowers and I am fast to find her sprawled in the greenery, her grey fur a stark contrast to the vibrancy surrounding her. For some time, I merely stand at the cusp of the field and watch her, observing the slightest movements of her face. I cannot say I understand what it is she is doing. If she were hunting, then certainly she was doing it wrong. This, I suppose, may be a way to quench my curiosities.

"Indica mihi," tell me, I begin with a slip into my native tongue as I step into the open sunlight, my eyes locking onto her face before I speak once more, "What are you doing?"