The dynamic between the two was something unique. Atlas felt drawn to Fiammetta, almost as if he was responsible for her on some level. For as long as he could remember the boy had always dreamed of being a great warrior, a defender of any deserving wolf. It was his aspiration to someday be his brother's King's Guard, if Emil were to someday assume the throne that was his by birthright. But the urge to look out for Fiammetta was something different, that which he could not give a label or definition to. So instead he merely allowed himself to be drawn to her in this moment, unconsciously allowing his body to lean forward slightly as he stood before her. It would seem, though, that he had not only surprised himself in his declaration that he would not remain within Spirane's borders. The slight gasps that escaped Fiammetta's maw had his ears pulling forward, trained upon her in this moment. He was concerned by her reaction, unable to decipher why she would respond in such a way.

Pale golden eyes grew wide in surprise as her words rushed forth, inviting him to allow he to show him the way. She spoke with such passion that it made Atlas' heart beat faster in his chest. Despite the astonishment painted plain across his face - for he had hardly expected such an invitation - his answer came no more than a beat after her final word. He felt it, in his chest and the pit of his stomach, that this was right. That they'd been brought together for a reason, and it seemed Fiammetta was far more enlightened to that reason than him. "I would like that," he said, for perhaps the first time without any hesitation in the way he spoke. A whirlwind seemed to have encapsulated them in this moment, and Atlas did not fight against it. To have such a glorious purpose as cleansing the lands of Moladion of the disease that gripped the minds of those like the black wraith was something Atlas had never anticipated for himself. But he seized the opportunity to embark on such a mission at Fiammetta's side with a vigor he did not know he possessed.

He took a step forward, drawing himself nearer to her even as she turned her face away from him. His heart thumped in his ears, and a pulsation of anticipation seemed to run to the tips of his toes. Though he did not know where this trail led to, he was sure he wanted to follow it in Fiammetta's company. For a moment silence hung between them, for what was the next step? Instinct did not pull him in any direction and so he remained as he was. And then the reality of what he had set out from Diveen to do caught up with him. He cared so greatly for his family, and though he felt a gravitational pull towards the possibility of what life could be like with such an important task to complete, he knew that he must at least find his siblings first. He was devout to his family honor, and he knew this detour was necessary on the road to wherever it was that Fiammetta led him. "Fiammetta...mmm..." it was practically a hum after her name more so than the typical halting nature of his speech, "I must find my brother and sister; I must make sure the usurper did not harm them. But then....then I would forge this path with you." He does not ask her to wait for him, only tells her that his joining her will only be delayed. Unless, of course, she followed the detour with him.

ooc; sorry for the long wait! D: I figured maybe since this thread is pretty outdated we could wrap it up. thought maybe this would be a good reason for them to have separated and then he's going to come looking for her at asteraia. message me if you have a different idea though!