He descended the mountain slowly and with care, not because he had to, for like most born of the mountains he could traverse with quick ease, but he knew barreling headlong down the steep paths like his sister wasn’t always the best idea. His aquamarine eye ever rove the trees and shrubs that dot the mountainside, ever vigilant of his surroundings. As always the shadows lingered just on the edges of his peripheral vision, with the turn of his head they vanished but they were always there waiting, watching. It was his job to make sure they stayed in the dark where they belonged, a job he was taking more and more seriously as he, and the rest born of his time came of age now.

This entire coming of age is what brings him from his typical paths and patrols today, a party as it were apparently. Social skills weren’t his strong suit, and in truth he only agreed to come at the persistent barrage of pleas from his sisters that he get out and meet others their own age. It is all rather frivolous if you asked him, though no one ever did, still perhaps he could manage to enjoy himself. He slowed as he approached the already fairly sizeable group, though it was bound to grow larger if the extent of the invitation proved true as he had heard. Before joining the festivities he trotted silently around the perimeter of the meadow, searching for any dangers or anyone who shouldn’t be her so close within the mountains borders.

Did anyone else besides him think that gathering all of Moladion’s young in one place could be a bad idea? What if someone decided to attack and cut a gash in the future of this land? True it might be a farfetched idea, but there were surely some who wouldn’t hesitate too much at the idea. At least with him here perhaps if something did go awry he could help prevent it. With these in mind he padded on large feet toward the others who had gathered. He arrived just behind young girl of soft white and honey cream color which caught his eyes, watching the intriguing colors spark in the sunlight that filtered through the trees and another gray brown boy who huddled next to her, siblings perhaps?

Long legs that had grown powerful with his time spent traversing the possibly rough terrain led him into the fray, his brilliant white fur catching the afternoon rays of the sun. He paused a comfortable distance from the others, tipping his gray capped skull to each of them in greeting just after Ame and Yuki’s introduction, a smile touching his features at Yuki’s exuberance. “I’m Jackson, or Jax if you like, son of Ragnarok or Church.” He knew the others here from Spirane and had caught Orifel’s introduction from the bushes as well. All that is left to do is wait for the others who are supposedly on their way, though the clearing was already quite crowded he thought as his brilliant eyes flicked to the dense forestry.