What had she called me? A king contained to his castle? I did not enjoy such a title at all, such an implication, as if she was out there scouting the borders to ensure I could not leave my own abode. I will bide my time, however. For now, Aster and her games are little more than a passing thought as I move through the underbrush. I listen for her ocassionally, pausing as I search the wind and forest and only moving on when I find myself alone. It is not idle wandering this day, after all, and she is not welcome to follow where I go.

I seek her out instead - Nari, that is - with great dedication and delicacy, avoiding all others as I search for her among the trees and sand. It is easier, at least, to follow Enoch and Escha's scent as hidden away as they might be with Underidge and his own children. It is a secret thing, I think, the raising of Glorall's children.

When I find her, the sun is on its way beneath the horizon. The sky darkens, the east with scattered stars upon a deep blue sky; from the west, bursts of crimson and gold set the sky alight. The shadows grow deep and with them, I move in silence, uttering the lowest of barks in order to alert her of my presence as I once more take pause to see to it that we are alone.

"Nari," I finally call to her then, allowing my posture to become more relaxed as I approach, seeking to reach out and rest my muzzle briefly atop her shoulders - it is an unnatural thing to do so, for me at least, and yet she is not simply any other woman. Zeltzin had recoiled after Moteuh's disappearance but Nari had always been strong, always been clever. "I need you to come with me." I am a king contained to his castle but it simply means I know this place better than any other and so, I must ensure the walls are everchanging if they have indeed been breached.