I had been rather lazy the last few seasons. Okay, a LOT of seasons. After the whole Iromar debacle, it almost seemed difficult for me to want to continue my path if only because I was afraid something might yet happen and Visery's would look at me again with such a disappointed look. Yet as my kids grew older and slowly began to develop into adults I knew it was the time. Not to mention all the unrest in the kingdoms. A challenge had risen into the air recently and it seemed whatever relative peace Molodian had fallen into was about to be shattered.

That is why I was here, on the edge of the sea kingdom, with my son. Xerxes was trying to find his own path and I could often see a conflicted look in his eyes but I wasn't sure what put it there. It wasn't like I was incredibly clever in figuring such things out. Viserys had more intelligence in those fields, despite his complete faith in me. As we walk I bump my shoulders into Xerxe's often, grin, and dart off. I had put on a little extra weight from my sedentary life but the thrill of flying through the wind still burned through me.

I was, in truth, my mother's daughter in that sense. As I pause at the border I feel a squeeze in my heart. This was their last home, my parents, and they had not been there to help me with my brood. Yet as my pale green/blue eyes flash towards my son, I feel pride. I think they would too. "I suppose we can't just enter to see your aunt and uncle, ya know, since the whole enemy thing." I smirk at Xerxes in a disarming manner but truth be told, I wasn't just here on a social call. Not really. But I wouldn't risk my son by entering without permission so I throw up my muzzle to call for... someone... to come let me in.