He watches as spring arrives to the fields - the flowers are quick to bloom and the winds come crashing in from the east with howls and whistles at night. It has been some time, he thinks, since he has truly been able to watch spring unravel around him. He tries to relax, to bask in it, yet he cannot help but feel his thoughts take flight across Moladion whenever he attempts to clear his mind; he thinks of his children, his siblings, those unrelated by blood but through creed and loyalty. But, at least, he is able to think of more now - Aster, for starters, and even her mate, Halcyon. He thinks of how he might become something more than what he is - helpful, even, or at least worthy of redemption. He knows he has done wrong yet he isn't sure if he has paid for it enough yet. He doesn't want to know sometimes.

But today feels different - for once, he is able to clear his mind as he rests within the territory. In the early morning, he had taken to the southern border, foolishly watching out towards Glorall with a sigh. But now he had returned to his new home - he would get used to it, eventually. Time was like that, after all. Eventually he'd forget the warmth of Glorall's beaches and learn to feel love for the rougher shores of Asteraia. One thing he had noted though was simple - Asteraia felt colder come early spring due to the winds. In fact, he had taken to retreating below the ground in order to stay warm throughout the night.

He wasn't expecting a visitor and yet, he found himself glad when he realized he had one. Halcyon. Though he had not formally met the man, he at least knew the name beyond simply being Aster's mate - he had been a resident in Iromar when Tesseract had fled Glorall and, if rumor and looks alone were much to go on, he was the son of Iblis. Iblis was a name Tesseract knew well enough. It was the kind of name that meant something through association alone - the son of Iblis. That meant something.

"Of course, Halcyon," he called back as he began to clamber from the den, shaking free his fur though it hardly returned to any glory - a little more white, at least. "Though, I am no Lord these days." The left side of his lip turned up in a lopsided grin before he straightened up and stretched his legs; old age was a pain but the scars of his youth were much more frustrating. His back leg had never healed right and after rest, he could barely hide that it was still weaker than the others. It took some time to warm elegance up enough to be passable.

"You seem to be in good spirits - and you are looking healthier." He meant no harm by the words, of course, but he had been...worried, in any case. When Aster had declared that Halcyon would return to the throne, he had fretted over whether the man would be well enough for the task. But he seemed well now and Tesseract was glad for it - he did not wish to see another attempt to take advantage of illness or recovery just to seek their own power. He had done that, no? He knew what kind of malice when into such a thought. He attempted to put the thought aside and moved alongside Halcyon, a little awkward about his position as...well, a pack member. He had always wanted to be the kind but that had never worked out for him. So, it felt strange to give it up entirely. But there were better things ahead, he thinks.