Silverlight Terrace to the stars, with regards

Morwinyon draws in a breath glad that she did not appear to be swayed in her decision to join, to aid him as he explains the map of ideas he has for Tindómë. In fact, he feels a certain swell of relief within the curve of his chest: a feeling he will come to know quite well as more wolves join him and his cause — especially those several years his elder. It is easy for the druid to forget that he is still not even a year old, yet (so much so that he does not even think of it anymore). A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as Nova expresses that she still has interest in the stars. “I have earned the Naturalist trade about a month or so before I left the Vale but I would be honored for us to share knowledge and to learn with you.” There was always more to learn, especially when it came to the stars and heavens. Was a master even truly finished learning? Somehow, the empyrean doubts it. Their love of the stars, however, is something the siblings have in common and Mato sees no reason why they couldn’t use that to strengthen their bond. “Not yet. I seek to settle somewhere in the Tuktu Hinterlands,” He admits with a lofty shrug of his shoulders. “I will know the perfect territory when we find it.” For the druid would settle for nothing less than what he deems perfection for Tindómë.