Golden Glade the fold up

Rannoch received no reply from Deshyr, and he frowned with irrefutable disappointment; he could sense her approach, and surmised that she had to have had to hear him. Rannoch hadn't become accustomed to his children's disrespect, and he hated seeing them act out. He just wanted them to all get along and enjoy their time in the glade. 

Deshyr strolled from the shelter of the woods shortly after Rannoch had come to his conclusion. She walked with purpose, her nose pointed towards the sky and her attention elsewhere. Rannoch's frown deepened, and he stole a step towards her. 

"Deshyr?" he pressed again, his voice harder.