Moonspear There will come a soldier,

Not too keen, then. Antares wordlessly accepted this answer with a slow nod of his own, though there was a thoughtful look that accompanied. Perhaps the same may be said for himself.. but he considered it more of an issue of timing, or just a circumstance, paired with his age to have really concerned himself with much before recently. He could not yet say and besides, he did not know everything that had preceded even his birth. Even in Moonspear's timeline, he had only known so much. Sometimes, it felt like he was just a small blip on it so far. But of course, he was young yet..

He eventually made some soft sound to pair with his agreement, a gentle mhm--almost. I was too far up the mountain when my father and the others warded off the cougar from the borderlands, a few weeks ago.. he mentioned. He thought fleetingly of Vega, who had been at the front lines then, alongside their dad. Maybe there was a pinprick of jealousy since he still considered it at all, but most of all, he was sour to have missed out on seeing it all firsthand.. even if he had made himself useful elsewhere. Otherwise, I have largely known the peace. he said, and a concentrating look.

The drama of his uncles was also a bit above him at the time. It was the resulting absence of them that really struck, but he categorized these family matters elsewhere, somehow. Where did you know.. before here? Was it this way too? he asked, chancing such a question without knowing exactly how long the dark guard had shadowed these slopes. Was there a before? He had always been vaguely aware of her, but not what brought her to his mother and father's mountainside.