Moonspear time is up, time has flown

Footfalls drew nearer and the turn of his head revealed Atlas emerging from shade and shrub. A smile came to him easily to see the boy, a wave of his tail just as welcoming. Though he was choosy with his company, he had never turned down opportunity to share it with his children when they sought it.

"Out for a roam?" he queried as Atlas drew near; his attention went back to the path ahead of them. "Things are quiet today." A reprieve they needed, even if they did not recognize it in full. The less stress the better, though it were a fool's errand to suggest that life would ever be without it in some way, shape, or form.