I am unashamedly pleased to have her for myself at this time; Arturio seems to be keeping himself busy, Asteraia and Iromar providing him with more than enough distractions. Is it so wrong to revel in that if it means Nari is left here in Glorall? I’m sure some part of her desires to be out there with him chasing after those
distractions but for now, I do my best to ensure she remains preoccupied here. Or rather, the children do at least. I have forgotten just how needy they tend to be at such a young age, dependent on everybody but themselves. And four of them…
In any case, they are at least gaining some concept of independence. I wait until they are distracted elsewhere before I find myself in search of Nari, careful to conceal my steps and weave a web that the pups will surely be unable to unravel any time soon.
And so I seek her out in the summer’s evening as the eastern breeze whistles across the dunes and the sun hangs low; the gulls on the shoreline cackle and I pause in contemplation as to whether I ought to bring her one. For now, I hold back. It’d be more fun, after all, to bask in the hunt alongside her, no? In the meantime, I seek to find her along the shoreline, bringing myself to her side with the same possessive undertow that winter brought about. I have some questions for her – I know she enjoys the thrill of holding the answers.