Ah, I cannot deny the large part of me that wishes to enter the plains - and he offers so wllingly. I suppose we both understand it is almost a trade of sorts after he was permitted such freedom in Glorall; he has Nari to thank for that and perhaps my son who I have little doubt enjoyed the game of keeping him somewhat hidden. But there is little that ever goes truly unknown inside Glorall. In any case, I nod and flex my paws against the grass before I move to his side, though always at...a distance.
I glance across and into the heartland; there is something familiar there, a quietness that makes me believe both Asteraia and Glorall will be hungry this spring. I note it for it may certainly be useful in the future. Ah, I cannot deny Nari has put Glorall in such a precarious position. Suddenly, I must concern myself with relationships beyond those I seek myself. At least Arturio does not seem bothersome.