Moonspear split stones

He was not alone for long in his tasks, though the presence of Arcturus did not send a ripple of unease through him. It did lead him to pause along a grassy knoll to regard him, well aware of the posturing and the less than pleased expression that had come to rest on the yearling's face. This Dirge met neutrally; he had hoped merely to get his point across and go about his day, but it seemed he'd have to answer to someone, somewhere.

Better Arcturus than someone else, he supposed.

”I'd suspect your father's affairs keep him far too busy to concern himself with what I do,” and that he believed as true through and through. ”And since he doesn't care to hear what I have to say and I don't fancy hearing any more churlish drivel masquerading as deflection, I'll get my point across otherwise.” Charon had dodged his queries, discredited him on more than one occasion and at least once to his face. He hardly believed he would find these actions as anything more than a nuisance, assuming he even bothered to consider them.

Perhaps it would finally grand him an audience with him.

Of course, little did he know that would not happen, either.

”But you're obviously very much done with all this nonsense,” he went on to add with a sigh. ”So for you, I'll hold off on emptying the rest of my intentions. I was actually thinking of coming to seek you out later as it was. We haven't had much of an opportunity to be better acquainted.” And this also implied that Arcturus would want to be better acquainted, but Dirge was shameless in trying to turn this encounter around.