Failure had an expiry date, it seemed, or at least the feelings of it did. In any case, Elohim had spent his time in Glorall and now, he had moved his mind back to Asteraia come the fall. The skies over Glorall had been thick with cloud and temperamental and yet, an ominous thing that seemed to follow him along the coast as he sought her out. For what purpose this time? He barely knew. Perhaps he had simply grown curious of her circumstances considering Iromar's upheavel; he had promised to take her back, no? Or at least, he had promised himself to do such a thing. For all intents and purposes, Elohim had his father's selfishness.
Only by chance had he heard her call upon the winds as he approached the cusp where the free lands become no mans land; he paused, head tilted and eyes narrow with intrigue. Such a tone had not been one he had expected from Aster or at least, not from the Aster who had talked of duty and all that. No, it was much more the Aster he had met on the borders of Glorall, a woman with fire in her guts and mischief in her mind's eye. He could not help but shrug away his hesitation and take to the plains with long strides, ignorant of their markings and warnings.
It was upon that hill that he found her then after several minutes, his silence broken by the hushed sound of his paws as he arced around so that he might approach from her left. He remained silent in his approach, his head low and tail swaying by his ankles; he flicked an ear towards her in curiosity, his head lifting only when she acknowledged him. It was then that he coiled up to be seated some several feet away from her, head cocked and eyes loitering on the horizon. "Are you up to something, Empress?" Uninvited guests were still guests and unannointed followers still followers, no?