He had been surprised, to say the least, when the light soprano vocals of the lass had come drifting to him, calling him from his bed of pine needles and branches. Aindreas had not made a habit of sleeping in the daytime, but today had been different. His head and mind had been aching since the dawn, and he had crossed both Seraphina's and Vladimir's scents, and had been honestly trying to avoid them. While he knew he desperately needed to speak with both of them, he knew that they needed to talk to each other even more. Aindreas had barged in on the middle of Seraphina's family's arrival, and even Aindreas - whose blindness when it came to emotions had caused him much heartache - had seen the sparks flying between the two youngsters. It was what had set off Vladimir's temper, what had set Seraphina back on her heels. He had seen the king and queen's response - their desire to steal their daughter away from Aurora Borealis and back to the safety of their own lands. And he had seen Kael's desire for Seraphina and knew it would cause everyone only pain and conflict. But what was there to do other than what he had - welcome them to the land and invite them on a tour. Seraphina would need to figure everything out with her family, and Aindreas would not get involved unless Seraphina's safety was involved. He knew all too well how dirty family business could get.

But to digress, it had been his head and mind in pain that had driven him to his bed in the daylight. Only the day before, when he had come upon Stormy Horizion, had he undergone his change. It had been terrifying and horrifying, painful and uncomfortable. It had been torture to evolve as he had into something unnatural, and his own blood had stained his pure ivory coat leaving long streaks of crimson down his facade as his eyes had gouged themselves out to be replaced but ones anew. Aindreas had learned his lesson the first time he had thusly been stained, had had rinsed out his pelt immediately after leaving Stormy, but still he could feel the throbbing memory of the agony, the sticky feel of his own blood and vitreous upon his flesh... and still confusion plagued him. He had heard the voices telling him what he was, who he was, what his job was. But why and how were still unclear to him.

But he could not hide from the sun any longer. The bright burning bulb of fire no longer burned his vision, and yet he wanted to walk under only moonlight. For now, his vision at night was impeccable - he could not know that his orbs glowed a bright vibrant blue in the darkness, and could not see his own irises. But Stormy had told him of the difference. Oh, he had always had arctic pools, but they were electrifying now, unnatural. He needed to see if Vladimir had undergone the same transformation he had, and worried about his remaining pups... although they were no longer pups now were they? No, Drizzt and the others aged as any other did... but still he was loathe to see if they had suffered as he had.

Thick tall timbers pulled his weight to his paws and flowing hairs shook loose the needles that clung to them. One step and then another took him farther away from his den. The land had become familiar to him, the way he imagined it had once been familiar to his father. Kalgalath had given him leave to use the grove of trees as his den, but Aindreas had declined - it had been where Kal and Sebring had lain together, and while it would be right for Vladimir or Castiel to claim it, Aindreas felt that it would be awkward. Inappropriate even. But perhaps no more inappropriate than taking over as a bastard son of the previous ruling couple - Aindreas was a reminder that there had been a life before Sebring and Kalgalath... but right now Aindreas was trying to remember a time before he knew Stormy. His mind was a mess, a tempest, and he wondered if that had something to do with it. If his bloodline had cursed him to be forever thus - unable to simultaneously love and be loved in return. Aindreas blinked, and realized he had been spacing out, his mind a wander even as his paws brought him to where he needed to go. Before him was Khaleesi. He smiled softly, knowing that she would likely be upset about her mother leaving still before nodding his head - a motion he immediately regretted.

"You have returned?" It was indeed a question - moreso asking whether or not she had returned to stay this time, for she remained on the far side of the boundary, as if this place was not her home.

OOC - sorry its all over the place... it is how his mind is right now. Discombobulated

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