Moonspear The truth of the matter

Nature was terribly fickle and they were at the mercy of its unpredictability. She'd been around long enough to know there was no questioning it and that it was better to trust in its call, for truly, mother nature knew best. But, Thistle's words were of no surprise to her and she nodded thoughtfully. Amekaze knew it was likely enough -- he'd mature in time, and it would probably not be an ill-advised choice on his behalf. Especially not when she looked at it from Charon's point of view.

She'd see how it happened, and how she felt about it in enough time. While not opposed, it was too abstract to think too far into it at this moment.

"I will keep that in mind," she said, on all accounts and to everything down to Thistle's offer to answer questions she brought to her. She didn't have anything in mind right now, but it was certainly good to know, and odds were good she'd make use of it when necessary. "Anyway, this has been.. good, I think, but I plan to head on to the borders," she said, unsure of how exactly she wished to phrase this conversation as, but felt Thistle would understand what she was getting at. She was feeling far less uncertain about where she stood with her.

So unless the sandy matriarch had any reason to keep her, Amekaze gave her farewells and set off further down the mountain.