‘And here I thought I was doomed to an eternity of obscurity. I might be used to going on adventures, but I’ve never been alone for days on end…’

Aindreas shot his shocking cerulean toward the pair of vocals that he did not know, the tiny vocals that shot from the sidelines. But even setting his eyes upon the soul rewarded him with no semblance of recognition… nor did he sense any bond. Briefly, his gaze cast to the other Arcus Irae, the ones he knew… but apparently they did not know this rainbow painted brute anymore than he did. But that left them in somewhat of an interesting position, didn’t it? “Take it from experience, no one needs to be doomed to obscurity. My name is Aindreas, and I lead this tribe of misfits within Dierne Hrof. What is your name?” Up until now, all of the rainbows had been ones who had escaped together led by the royal princess Losa and her younger sibling Zawyne. Their entrance into this world had triggered the change in the Drysthdig line, in Aindreas’ own blood. And when Aindreas and his kin had come upon the Arcus Irae for the first time, Losa had trusted no one and had only been focusing upon keeping the remainder of her time safe and free. All of the Arcus Irae in Blossom Forest had trusted one another… but how were they to trust a stranger from the place that used to be their home? Who knew how much of an influence Duma may have had on the remainder of the rainbows – perhaps they had been manipulated… or damaged. And apparently, a similar thought crossed the mind of his younger brother’s bonded Arcus Irae, Scamander – the multihued hessian, was remaining silent, and even when Scamander entered the scene, he went immediately to Vladimir’s side. But even as his blue pools landed upon his half-brother, they glanced past and landed upon a face that Aindreas did know, but had not expected.

‘Vladimir…’

The alpha’s lids opened up widely and he glanced back and forth between his two half-siblings. All of this time, Vladimir had thought that Castiel had gone back to their father’s homeland, that Castiel was holding down the fort there. Of course, an easy way for the pair of them to get a straight answer would have been to ask Kalgalath directly, but between the war with the vampires and trying to save Sebring, Kalgalath had not only been busy, but more recently missing in action. And now … apparently they had their answer. Although they were both adults now, Aindreas still felt protective about his younger brother, Vladimir… and took a few steps closer to him now in case the heir needed some emotional strength.

It pained him, hurt him, when the last of the strangers arrived… the young femme announced herself – her name being Ambrosia – and her bloodline. But seeing as she was a Drysthdig, like everyone else here… there was only one of two lines she could descend from – either she was Castiel’s, which was unlikely given that he was gay… or from Drizzt’s. It was not from Adara – Aindreas would have known about it, and… the fact that he was just only now finding about Ambrosia’s existence wounded him. But he needed to be sure… because his son was dead… and he was vastly without much remaining family.

“Ambrosia… is… are you… was Drizzt your father? Because if so… he was my son. Meaning that… you are my granddaughter. I am Aindreas.” Aindreas took a step away from Vladimir and toward the young femme, a hesitant smile coming across his lips.

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