It was time to go back and visit my dear older brother. I still remember long ago when I was small and I told him I would take over the mountain in the distance. So, I lied. I would help take over the swamps next to it instead. Close enough. I knew who would make it in life and I aligned myself to them. It was the natural way of things, if one wants to not only survive but do it well.

I had spent some time speaking to mother Ava first. She is very much still a strong woman, but I can tell that age was starting to touch her in noticable ways. She still has much use in this world, and the information she gives me is most interesting indeed. Still, I was careful to take in every developing flaw. Sure, she still has some winters...but how many more? Should she not go out with dignity? Something for me to consider later.

For now, it is the evening. The sun had reached that point where it was below the horizon but blue light still radiates. I do not hesitate towards where I think Eden may be. I was indeed here first to speak to Ava, and I am family here. I don’t expect fangs from my dear brother.

I wonder what more my brother has been doing lately. I did indeed help with the little...present Thorne sent back to him. Underidge came back home with some vicious wounds and I must admit I did enjoy giving some of them. It is what Thorne wanted and I understand why. But does Eden? I come to a halt and sit on a dune. My pristine white form is quite obvious despite the falling darkness. I must admit, I do miss the aesthetics of Glorall. I don’t mind enjoying them a bit as I wait.