Moonspear looking for an avenue to simply appear

Ugh, patience. He had some but the folly of youth was simply to rush ahead and through all headlong until some end was met. Perhaps not the justified one, or the one that he wanted, but certainly it would be an end of some sort. A certain line of indignation wanted to show itself in the splay of his ears, but the best he could muster was the flick of one as though a fly had buzzed by annoyingly. It was there and gone in an instant for the exchange of her name—Keres.

Cool. He could remember that.

“I’m Altair,” he said. “You know my mom and dad, yeah?” Nevermind that he had this vague concept of who she was supposed to be, but the familial connection was a bit lost on him still. Just like how Alya and Lyra could be mistaken for his mother, he simply presumed this was the case; Keres probably had some twin or triplet wandering around that vaguely looked like someone else he knew.

But rattling that young brain about did not turn up anything.