Moonspear upon us all a little rain must fall

Through all his somber, angst-ridden thoughts, he did have to agree; this was not a feeling that was going to leave quickly. Their parents had been intrinsically woven into the fibers of the mountain, absolute and ever-present. It seemed only natural that this reach would even extend past their deaths and he hoped that one day, it would not hurt him so badly to feel them still here too.

And, although she was glad to see him, and Hydra too, his ears kept a backwards angle to the tail-end of her admission This whole mountain changed. It was changing.. I think, before.. he said, for Vela had not been here to see it firsthand. Maybe she was lucky for that, or maybe she would want that better understanding--how much did she know, now? Well I know it was, but I didn't realize it would lead to this, exactly. It is hard to explain.. He exhaled through his nose; seeing Hydra ascend, somewhere at sometime, wasn't what had him off since that had felt inevitable and he was very glad that she was here to take their place (because who else had been guided so specifically anyway?) That had seemed natural, but to have her rise have to be marked by what their parents had done left him in a very strange place--to see that he was made of that, too. It had been a lot to cope with.

Veering it back towards her, he pricked up his ears, though his expression was still kind of uneasy given where his thoughts had darkened to. Anyway--did you see anything good out there? he asked, having not had the chance to do so before in any real regard.