The flooding had been ill-timed, for lack of a better word. Nonetheless, he and Samia had done what they could, and they'd done their best to stick close to Thor and Triton wherever possible. The arrival of their children though...Well, that'd kept them busy and preoccupied at times. Once they arrived, it was more difficult to move around freely, and even when they'd grown enough to race about, it was still difficult. Children, apparently, liked consistency. They wanted to know the rigid parts of the world before they started wanting to learn the flexible, changing parts. Israfel couldn't remember...Had he been like that? He didn't want to believe it, to be honest. The rigid parts of the world weren't all that exciting, after all.

Silverwind wanted to know all about Glorall. Israfel and Samia had made the mistake of mentioning it several times, and they'd even once referred to it as 'home.' Of course, that had spurred the boy's curiosity, which meant Israfel had to spend several days investigating the flooded territory to learn the tides and the lay of the land. Eventually, he'd learned them enough to take the boy there, and they'd set off early in the morning after Israfel's usual morning routine of flooding Samia and Xenatu with a torrent of adoration. Silverwind had practically been gnawing at him to get going though, so he'd been forced to cut it short.

When they arrived at the borders of Glorall, Silverwind was tired but forced himself forward anyway. Exitement, Israfel thought, had a particularly interesting effect in that it could create energy out of nothing. Admittedly, he was excited too. Large amounts of water from Glorall had been pulled away from the land by the tide, and now it sat in large, stagnant pools trapped between dunes and uprooted trees. Throughout the area, connected sand banks created a path they could follow, and Silverwind eagerly left his pawprints in the sand. He pressed his paws in deep every so often, feeling all too accomplished at having entered what seemed like a forbidden, taboo land to him.

"Well, this is Glorall, though I've already told you a lot about the land itself. It's...different now, but the major landmarks still seem present," Israfel rambled, and Silverwind half-listened. Israfel described what landmarks they could see, and those they could not, and Silverwind idly tried to imagine them. Of course, he was more fascinated by the waterlogged sticks that he could reach for and gnaw on, and the remnants of other pawprints. "...And of course, your mother was born here. Your grandmother, Natu, was a high-ranking wolf here, did you know? Yes, that's right! She was something of a spy...and a..." Israfel was wholly engrossed in telling the history of not only Glorall itself, but of each and every family member they had there. Hah! Just wait, he thought, until they went to see Spirane!

Silverwind didn't quite share the same enthusiasm, but only because he was too antsy over all the newness. In truth, he was interested, but his young mind was all too prone to roaming far and wide...Why, hadn't he seen somebody else? Hadn't he heard them? His father seemed so unaware! For Silverwind, he felt like he was the one really leading their little makeshift mission.