Moonspear BWP3—Dragonstone

He stayed close enough. Sometimes, it verged on the very edge of what could be considered such, but he obeyed his mother's law and enjoyed the watchful protection her nearness brought them. Badly he wanted to explore more, and it was not always easy given the glimpses they had--but the time was not right, not should they function with the future in mind. Nature was too unpredictable right now, far more than usual. Not only did their mother's words say so, but nature herself gave them spectacle to see it firsthand around them as the stormy sea rose and the mountains far on the horizon smoldered.

Antares found it difficult to pull his eyes away once they had locked onto the faraway pillar of smoke. The details of it and what all it could mean were utterly lost on him, but from up here on high on the Spear, he could fathom no view more expansive to behold how ominous it was. He knew it couldn't be good, but from this far away there was something particularly eye-catching about it anyway.

Antares had settled onto his haunches not overly close to the rest of the brood, but near them and their mother alike. It seemed to be what suited him best, a spot on the edge where he could watch carefully, or slip aside if necessary into whatever motion might call. Yet slowly, and behind a heavy dredge of reluctance, he did pan his sights to his mother long enough to nod. Yes, he affirmed, lingering on his siblings before returning to watch the smoke again. He did want to hear more, and took her words to careful heart. Beyond this moment now, it was the best of what he had.