I have waited for him. It was, after all, only a matter of time. I cannot help but wonder how the news was delivered to him; my reluctance to commit to anything without some affirmation of his intentions. I understand the politics of it all and indeed, I did turn away the wolf who was to operate in his steed and yet, perhaps it is a challenge in itself. If Achilles is to be king then he must do more than simply wear a crown and create a boundary. So few are eager to come to the shores of Glorall, after all, and I wonder if such a reluctance finds itself known inside Moladion's champion. He comes though and I am... a little surprised even. It appears that the message was received clearly. His diplomat has done well and yet, let us see just in what taste it was received.
I must admit that I take my time to respond to his scent and beckon. Just as I have waited, he shall wait too. Besides, there are matters beyond him within Glorall; several mothers, it seems, have birthed including my own. They bring about new potential threats, the scent of afterbirth an obnoxious thing to cleanse from the boundaries. I take my time but I soon arrive, moving along the border as Haziel's scent intertwines with Achilles' own. He is a curious thing, Haziel, and I desire his presence within Glorall. He has his own array of skills which I know shall prove as useful. They are better off here. There is too much reluctance elsewhere to make use of others; we all have a purpose, some innate usefulness, and yet others seem content to not see it. I, on the other, see Haziel clear and crisp. His weakness provides him with strength. I must... foster such a thing. Perhaps this is more an opportunity for me to do so than it is to solidify some kind of alliance.
I give them their time together, lingering for some moments before I make myself known. I break into a slow jog before coming beside Haziel, my form momentarily brushing his own in an attempt of familiarity. I stand somewhat close to him as I pause, allowing myself the opportunity to watch his features in my peripherals; that is often where the most information comes from, after all. My eyes, however, fall onto Achilles, only briefing assessing him before I move to address him. I speak simply, seeing no true reason for formalities. We know each other, after all, or at least, we both presume to. We each have our secrets. We are both hiding some part of ourselves from the other. This I know and yet, I am content to act as if all is well in this world for the time being.
The corner of my lip pulls up in the faintest of grins, an attempt of amiability where there should be. I remain neutral otherwise, my posture somewhat relaxed and my face without any inclination towards a particular expression. There is no need. We know why he has come and this time, I shall be sure to let him be the first to speak.