Moonspear a place to anchor

A raucous hell, that was what.

It took no time at all, really, to unleash such a cacophony of voices. He halfway expected to see someone else come along to witness the ruckus and if they did then they were truly in possession of a mastery stealth. The stick was forgotten among the children along with any other passive antic to be had; he smiled at the gentle measures they took to literally disturb the peace.

Things had been quiet along the rocky, timbered slopes of Moonspear for too long. There was much to make noise about and he sought to find this, thinking perhaps somewhere down the line there would be others to join them. And as the calls tapered off and his mirth had yet to cease, he leveled off his gaze with Atlas.

"It seems you are finding your voice," he told the boy, "do you think your mother heard you?"