He knows she is their leader now - Aster - and so, he sees her more. He sees the way she moves about, the way her temper flares and subsides when she believes no others are near. He ponders it. He knows there is something more to her than he knows already. He is oblivious, at times, to the world in which he lives - knows she is familiar, sees something in her face, but does not know the true names of her parents and thus, he cannot understand. Instead, he merely watches, waits to discover. Perhaps one day he will ask and yet, he is unsure what he might do with the answer if he is correct.
But it is a good distraction. Here, there is little to distract with. The plains go on and on, and his thoughts cannot reach their corners. Instead, he waits patiently by the graves that are sure to grow; he feels the stirring in the wind, hears the calls of war and mourning. Chaos, he thinks, just like before. His mother smiles. She always smiles when she hears Diveen rumble with melancholy.
But there is something else that makes her smile tonight. He hears it but he does not respond, not immediately. He listens and he feels a buzzing sensation spread beneath his skin. She calls for him. He has expected it and yet, he does not know how to respond in turn. Instead, as if directed by fate itself, he merely rises and begins to walk. He moves in silence, does not call to her, and he wishes for the winds to muffle her sounds, to hide her from the others. He does not know why he wishes it and yet, she is like a secret, a special thing he seeks to keep hidden away. Like the bones of the dead, some things are simply better...left alone.
But he arrives in due time. He moves through the grass and snow, head tilting slowly as his eyes drift towards hers. She is always intense, always on the edge of something and yet he senses something different now. She feels different. He sniffs, head tilting to its opposite axis as his eyes drift down to the flesh she has brought. He almost breathes a sigh of relief when he sees the fur - not wolven, not bone. "This place...is different now," he merely states, his eyes roaming to the plains around them. She knows it, he is sure, that it is no longer a place sworn under the protection of the Monster. Yet, some small part of him hopes she simply does not care.