Alistair knew that he would not have to wait long, and quite soon after he had called for her, he saw the russet and long-limbed form of his imprint heading down the mountainside. He could see the excitement on her face, and he could even feel it radiate within him- it was so strange to feel the emotions of another, when his were so rarely felt in full, often dulled by something or another. But his face seemed to be able to light up around her, a smile could make its way onto his maw far more easily than in the presence of anybody else. And as she drew closer, a smile quickly came, and although it was small and lopsided he knew that she could feel how happy he was to see her.

He returned the gesture, touching his nose to her cheek as well, almost overwhelmed by her scent filling his nostrils. It was a pleasing aroma, the mountain air, flowers, and other things that were simply distinctly hers. Alistair had always been concerned with scents, after all he could not hear a voice- and strangely enough, Moonstone's reminded him of his mother's, not quite in familial similarity but both held an underlying tone of safety. It had been years since had smelled Natu's scent, and for a moment he wondered if she had lived longer, if he would be asking her for advice right now instead of his soul. It was rare that he missed his mother so fiercely these days, but perhaps growing close to another female brought those feelings back strongly. Alistair was her senior by several years, but there was something about Moonstone's glowing presence that made him feel... cared for.

'It’s nice to see you Alistair. I hope my storm of thoughts isn’t what made you come here.' The sight of her mouth moving jolted him from his thoughts, his tail giving a few subtle sweeps against the ground as he shook his head slightly, offering her another lopsided smile. "It's always wonderful to see you, Moonstone. And no... well, not entirely." He said with a small sigh. He thought that perhaps her own uncertainty with her direction in life was causing him to be more uncertain about this situation than he normally would have been. They both needed to see each other, talk things over and clear their heads. The longer he spent away from her, the more cloudy he seemed to become... it was almost as if proximity to her made him stronger, smarter, sharper.

"I'm preparing to take my suspicions on who poisoned Amoxtli to Lady Zelda, but I... I'm uncertain if she will believe me. If it is even a good idea to tell her with everything that has been going on. I recognized the scent from the scene of the poisoning when I went to Glorall to secure an alliance... my nose does not lie, and yet I feel as though the gravity of the situation begets more investigation." The male sighed again. "But there isn't much more I can do on my own without jeopardizing the peace between Taviora and Glorall. I cannot-- and will not-- proceed without Zelda's approval, but... what if she rejects what I propose."

Getting everything into the air seemed to have already helped him process the situation. He trusted Moonstone to keep the information secret, she was his imprint, his soul, and he did not feel nervous sharing it with her. He wasn't sure how much she could help, but even just talking it over with her would help, at this point. Alistair knew that he needed to straighten everything out in his head... he knew the facts, he knew his hunches, he just had to piece them together in a way that seemed reasonable. "Sorry for that... deluge." His monotone voice seemed to contain even just the barest traces of humor.