I should have expected it, no? For Grimoire, that creature, to lunge for Diveen and yet, I had not expected it so quickly. I must admit that I wonder if our meeting was a catalyst; in any case, it serves as a good distraction for my thoughts. At times, I wonder if I ought to march into each pack in hunt of my daughter but other days, I am inclined to believe that perhaps she truly is buried in the mud of Iromar. Asriel, at least, has come to Glorall. Though Taviora offered him safety, I have to admit...I am, at times, cautious of just what that safety means. My son does not seem the type to thrive beneath those that watch too closely.
It seems many have come to Glorall to distract me though; a stranger, Elohim claims, with a name he had not quite caught. I know my son hides things behind his teeth, clever as he beleives he is, but I do not fret. He gave me what I needed - he is here for Nari but he seems to pose no threat. His name and intentions are little more than wayside thoughts in that case but still, I cannot help but feel curious and perhaps even a little on edge. Threatened, perhaps? Yet it is not the threat of blood and so, I wonder just what it is. Undestandably, I made an effort to seek out both Escha and Enoch before I move through the woods in search of Nari. Today, she is my dominant thought.
She is buried deep in the mainland, cloaked in the shadows and smell of the oaks and brush; it takes me some time to find her and even then, I cannot entirely see her. Rather, I simply know she is nearby, hidden but that is fun, no? And so, I weave a path around the area, slow and quiet steps as I brush along the bark and bramble.