Shem had been quiet about the entire festival. What did he have to say about it, anyway? He was, ultimately, just glad that Mara Sov had decided to have it outside of Taviora. Sometimes it bothered him just how willing others were to bring strangers into Taviora even if it was under the 'promise' of being well behaved. Words are wind, after all. Breathe them out and they didn't have any tangible nature, nothing to bind somebody to them. Yeah, he was glad. But he kept quiet, did his duty, kept to himself. He'd invite Asriel but...what would he say to him? Go with him to Glorall? Tell him he'd failed in ever finding Moteuh, or even getting others to want to find her? No. Stay low. Keep an eye on things. Be a good guardian, scout, whatever.

He followed Zelda as she prepared the area and yet, he kept a distance. He stayed mostly several feet away, diligent to watch over her but not enough to be completely obvious. He'd noticed one of his older siblings from Glorall had snuck in to meet with her and for some reason, that made him all the more observant. Maybe he'd just been finding wolves to project his desire to protect onto. He tried not to think about it too much.

Whatever the case, he tried to not look too serious even if he sat in the background like a forest-dwelling gargoyle, perched up atop a root and watching out over Zelda's gathering.