I have been curious about Iromar for some time. Their leader has extended an interest, it seems, to each and every one of Moladion’s leaders; curious enough, at least, to lure us all together in order to hunt. It is an unusual proposition and yet, I grow captivated by what I may learn myself. This boy, too, has brought forth a unique opportunity. I wonder if Glorall was his choice or Aithne’s? Either way, I wonder what it is about Glorall that has interested them enough to do so. We are not, after all, a pack often spoken or so I am lead to believe. Perhaps it is that fact that lures others to become curious. Like a taboo, we are not something so easily understood or pried into.

Nonetheless, this is as good as an opportunity as we will get to better understand Iromar. In itself, it too is a pack shrouded in mystery. There was once talk of demons within their boundaries, remnants of some breed bent on the destruction of Heyel and his kind – or, likely, anybody who shared the title of Angel with them. Yet, all of such talk came to an end when Aithne was presented the opportunity to rule. Now, the term is but what it once was – a simple word and nothing more, perhaps a title given to those the realm condemns. A non-threat if there ever was once. So what is it, then, that made Aithne so capable? If she can exterminate such an ideology then surely she knows how we can begin to carve into the others that infest the minds of many. It is not I, however, who will be charged with that. I wonder, then, if my son can make use of himself in such regard.

I do not know whether I am surprised that he does not speak or if I am pleased that he refrains from doing so. It would be interesting, I think, to hear the thoughts on such disregard for my own son and yet, perhaps it is best for him to learn that such things can be thin ice. For myself, however, it is not. I would enjoy the honesty of such words even if they do not align so apparently with my own thoughts.

He speaks so formally once more, and I nod in acknowledgement, quick to fill the momentary silence with confirmation. ”I give him free reign to make his decisions,” I state simply, unconcerned with the possibility that he may very well decide to remain there. It would not be the first child of mine to do as such for Eloah was in a similar mindset, though she had seemingly chosen a more solitary lifestyle for the time being. Nonetheless, I cannot speak so surely of Elohim. He is less predictable, a bothersome thing at times.

It is then that he emerges from the paths to my left, his dark form breaking through the shrubbery and sliding towards the Iromar boy with obvious curiosity. I cannot help but notice that his attention is much more focused on the youth, his curiosity about children his own age seemingly much stronger than his own towards me. I cannot say I am surprised. He has had little opportunity to socialize, though perhaps it is more out of choice than circumstance. Nonetheless, I eye him before I speak, the Latin of my words causing him to twist his head towards me in consideration. ”This boy has come to take you to Iromar,” I begin, the words causing both of us to flash our eyes towards the Iromarian once more, ”you shall go to learn what you can, be it whatever you wish. I will not come for you. From here, these are your decisions to make.” My words are casually spoken, and he does little more than nod in acknowledgement towards them.

It is a good sign, at least. I usher in the faintest of grins towards the boy from Iromar, motioning with my muzzle that this is, indeed, his designated envoy. I do wonder how they will get along and how it will bode for both of our futures. For now, however, I step aside, addressing the pair once more. ”I ought to take my leave now,” it is better to leave them sooner rather than later, ”I look forward to what this child can learn and what he, too, can teach Iromar about Glorall.” That is the purpose of this, after all. Anything additional is merely a delicacy to satiate my growing curiosity.