Perhaps we were both older, more patient, though I have showed my pseudo brother more than enough patience in my, life. Perhaps it is I don’t have any fight in me for this right now that I have buried the past. I told him what I thought he needed to hear last we saw each other, and apparently he took it to heart or more so than I thought he would seeing as he vanished for years on end afterwards. I don’t expect him to change, I’ve given up on him being ‘decent’ a long time ago. Perhaps he grew though, but I had yet to figure out how little more much has changed in the near decade he had been gone. I had certainly changed. Had my soul ripped from me multiple times and replaced and given back and replaced and ripped from me more times then I care to count. Now though I finally had peace, finally I had my imprint, my fires tamed by her power and I even had a family finally of my own blood that was mine. I loved my sister, she would forever be family, I knew blood was not thicker than water first hand, but it was still important.

So seeing Leonidas to me was further proof that it wasn’t. He called me by his given nickname of me, a name I hadn’t heard in many years, though there was no aggression in his voice, somewhat surprisingly. He closed the distance between us and I only watch not moving always unwavering in some form or another and I found myself being scrutinized by Leo for a moment before he spoke. Ah… so he already met with Daenerys? Or at the very least one of his children. ”You have three,” I corrected him, and a daughter.” I added, though little more needed to be said. I wasn’t being hurtful, just informing him. My tones still even and otherwise polite. I didn’t think he should see them or meet them. I basically was the father figure in their lives, I had taught Kalseru to fight, helped where I could in raising the boys. Leo did nothing. He and they owed each other no time. Still of course I did know this, I was there, unlike him. What surprised me more was he asked about me MY wellbeing.

I give him a moment though to say his bit if any, almost musing over my current state. ”Well up until recently. My daughter has vanished.” News to him I know, after all last he saw me I had been loveless and souless and really it had been several years after he left that I had bonded to Solara for the last time. ”You find me here searching for her. I actually just talked with Daenerys to see if she happened to go to Spirane for any reason. She hadn’t, so now I’m searching Glorall and Iromar for her.” I can feel a bit of fury well up in me, that old dragon fire. If she was harmed they would all suffer for it. I already am well aware of the animosity between Diveen’s new ruler and Iromar and I would take up arms myself and destroy that land if they had taken my daughter against her will. If she was hurt… they would not be shown mercy and even pleading to whatever gods out there would not save them from my rage.

I have had my suspicions from the start when I found no sign of her in the freelands after all, her not being in Spirane just proved to me she had been taken for some reason. I look him in the eye as I say this, the song in my voice slowly vanishing as anger replaced it, something he had experienced once before. ”So as you can imagine, I do not have a lot of time to linger if you have not seen her. A large, black female with her face with gold and red, and other highlights of the same over her body. Her name is Wren.” I do not figure he has met such a girl anywhere, and I for some reason pray he hadn’t for if he was still the same I could not have imagined that going well. Still he was here, and it was worth asking.