I didn’t know who would answer my call, but I shouldn’t have been surprised to hear my sister’s song in reply to my own. Part of me was happy it was her, pleased to have her hear my words above any other. Even though she is no longer the Queen of Spirane she was still the mother of the now two Queens that ruled in her place and could tell them what was going on and urge them to help me out potentially. Though I didn’t feel that was really necessary. Kalseru, I thought at the very least, will come to my aid regardless, I was happy to play a proper male role in her life when she needed it. We had a lot of bonding time when she was young and we were together in Diveen and training her for her duties to be future Queen and perhaps to even get her revenge on the wolf that caused us all to leave. Daenerys though had that honor of taking the Mountainborn home back and it had stood proudly ever since, just I didn’t return.

I had become King of Diveen after all, a thing I never expected in all my life. I was always content with being there for Daenerys, I never wanted more than to be the one she could talk to, give advice too, I quickly learned how hard it was to actually be in a leadership role even if it was Solara who lead until we had our children. My children… a part of me lit up like a forest fire at the thought of someone having taken my Wren. My search was narrowing… if she wasn’t here, or Taviora that meant she was somewhere south… Glorall or Iromar. I didn’t think Glorall would take from us but I knew little of the new rule of Iromar other than the ill rumors floating around about it.

I do feel a little guilty perhaps that what brought me here was that I needed their help rather than a pleasant visit, but I wait nonetheless. Soon my forest green eyes spot her coming over the rocks down the path towards me. A genuine smile touched my features, though it quickly vanished the look of worry and seriousness crossing my face again, my claws curling digging into the stone and dirt beneath my paws. ”Not well, Sister. I have been searching high and low for my daughter, Wren. She seems to have vanished, and I’m starting to suspect not willingly seeing as she didn’t even tell anyone where she was going before she left. I was hoping maybe she had come here for a visit… but.” I trailed off, my song-like tones dying in my throat as worry bubbled up. ”I don’t think i could be that lucky.” I noted averting my gaze, feeling shame that someone had taken my baby Wren from under my nose somehow. She was an adult, but she was still my daughter.

I return my gaze to her, ”I’m sorry I couldn’t come for something more… pleasant, but I’m happy to see you and that you look well.” I reached out to embrace her, honestly it was comforting to know she was okay after her fall, but we both were getting older, loathed as I was to admit it, and a new generation, even beyond us, were starting to inherit Moladion, for good or bad, I didn’t know yet… Right now it only seemed dark and evil, but I know there was always a light at the mountains I could go to in my times of darkness.