Moonspear oathkeeper

Atlas trails after Hydra, not paying much attention to anything else. How could he with mom's succinct words? Even so, he does not trip or stumble like he used to, stepping around precarious stretches. There's hope for him yet, it seems.

But enough of that. What's with all this talk of spotting weakness? Sounds...vicious. Atlas is all about that. Maybe he'll even get to sink his teeth into this guest. Hehe!

Into the verdant pasture, they go. The rushing and crashing of water can be heard from here. That's where Atlas sets his sight, taken in by the grandness of it, and its scale. Mystified by the cloudlike droplets undulating up and away from the plunge pool, the boy wordlessly takes a seat. Quite the spectacle. This meadow, too, is something to ogle but grander landmarks deserve it more.