Sunbeam Lair & so it stood, bitter-sweet, still fair to see, but stricken, soon to fall and die?

Dragomir was a willing attendant on Aurë's so-called foraging venture. While it didn't outwardly seem like the boy had acquired his mother's taste for botany, there was something in him compelled by all forms of science, and helping his dam to gather things was fun enough. Sometimes he would find something truly interesting and he would bring it home with him, like an old snail shell or a bit of glittering stone. Never had they left the bounds of the territory on such a trip before, but until Aurëwen bent before Isi and him with a certain gravitas, he thought nothing of that.

What she told them then was little short of treason.

Dragomir didn't understand it. He understood the gist of what she was saying, now that he had a fully developed vocabulary, but he didn't understand why she had an issue with the way things were in Diaspora. Granted, he also didn't understand what Stigmata's vision was. Who could say whether he would agree or disagree with the general's vision? Being raised with Diaspora made it almost certain he would agree in his adulthood, but this was not meant to be. Aurëwen told them they were to leave, and his face crumpled.

Why? he demanded to know, his face screwed up into the petulance of a wronged child. What about our home? What about our friends? Pretty much the only thing that he agreed with about this entire thing was the need to find Vercingetorix. He did so begrudgingly, with a glare and a quiet, he left us.