Noctisardor Bypass If it's meant to be, it'll be.

The sun fall had seen him skirting the borders. By the sunrise, the silver ward drifted inward to Mahler’s lands, an icy gaze straying over the vast lands of the elder’s claim. His thoughts would often drift to his siblings—their well-being. Spring had well passed, and while he was doubtful, he did wonder if either had come to take a mate and raise a family.

If such a thing had come to pass—were his duty to them and as an uncle more important than his duty and desire to remain at Mahler’s side during his last years?

His eyes fell upon a dark shadow, nestled to the ground in waiting. His own stark form of ambient silver stilled, giving pause, feeling as if he had interrupted something of importance to the stranger.