Things had become more strange than they had ever been. Adonai had supposed that when Pagan finally returned it would be a sort of joyous reunion-- she supposed that he may have grown into himself somewhere far away from Moladion, and returned a man that she might get to know once again. But he hadn't returned by himself, and their reunion was wrought with confusion and questions, ones that she did not get answered, ones that might never be answered. Were these questions something she truly wished to seek, or did she prefer to be left in the dark? It was strange, to be so obsessed with knowledge and the finding of it, but be so confused as to whether or not she wanted certain pieces of information. This whole mess with her newfound family had left her mind swirling.
And so, she returned home, hearing the drifting call on the wind signifying a change of leadership in Asteraia once more-- seasons had passed since she had seen Arturio in the plains, and despite her mind being occupied by other things, she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit excited about new intrigue. Adonai crossed the border into Glorall with swift ease, her paws leading her towards the familiarity of the shoreline and her mother's den. She paused, however, when she realized that letting Ehiyeh know of Pagan's return might destroy her all over again. How could she tell her mother that there were more than just the two of them? Adonai sighed, and turned around-- she may as well try and seek someone else, then.
Her uncle Elohim had always been a curious, if distant, figure in her life. He had always taken care of her mother in ways that she could not quite understand. Shadowed and mysterious, Adonai had always wondered about his motives-- or if he had any at all. Her grandfather was such a creature of secrecy that she had to wonder if all of their family would be the same. He was not difficult to find, his scent weaving through the forests bordering the shoreline, and Adonai moved to come up behind him.
