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Ve are leaving this mountain.

The imp tread farther from his lonesome perch (where the sphinx-bodied Praimfaya had been) — feeling balmy, the season still beating down farther down the mountainside. Gradually descending into the raw sauna of rugged worrywarts; the atmosphere imitating an ice floe. Astraeus began to falter as the realization crashed into him as an impending wave of crashing influx from a dam. They were a bundle of foreign characters. His nerves were upsurging while his eyes found a lavender pair. The resonance of his message is unmistakable, his soothing baritone forcing down the weight.

It wasn't a proposal, not something that could be resolved with a ballot. The spire-weavers were going to be left as wandering-weavers. They were abandoning the mountains. The birthplace of his conscience. The adamantine disposition of faces of authority looked lashed with disdain... or at least Wylla's did. Astraeus let the announcement marinate in his thoughts, electing to find @Phaedra or Thade instead. The ladess was a bit older than him, and while it was obvious they were at odds, olives scouted for the familiar honey-milk redolence and the matching coats of his temporary littermates. Only tripping meekly around larger paws and peering around grown bodies did he spot her, dejected and somewhat far away. 

The news seemed to have blighted her, as expected. She seemed to have a greater emotional tether to this pace, even thought they were both born here. It wasn't as if the puny star-stag was desirous of it. He was tethered to a purpose much greater in his mind — the ever expanding universe and its found and unknown constellations. He possessed a gluttonous adventuring soul, he could go anywhere and anywhere as long as he could see the sky. 

His eyes refused to greet hers leaving him tense. He scratched the crackling grass under his paws to grab her attention, uncharacteristically coy. "uuummm ... where is thhh.. aid. where is thade?" blinking as his air-headed question floated between them like a torn butterfly wing. Never admitted, but Astraeus had a small warmth for Thade back when he had yipped at him to calm down as they had left their den and garden .. sometime after midsummer. First, annoyed, then upon reflection, somewhat impressed at the taste of kindness.