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"I think you should stay out here." Ikaros said it before he could say anything else, knowing Tianyou would insist on coming along with the prince into the Eluvian. But he couldn't have that, not now. "I've already decided who I want to ask to come with me, and before you argue, of course you were at the top of that list. But I think there are other things in play, now. You were there when the stones came back to life, and I think it's connected – it has to be. But I can't be sure. I need you to figure out what the Legion knows about the Old Gods. That's what you should do."

“Yeah, I wonder.” The both of them knew who could be behind it, but there was also the chance that Abelas had no idea about it at all. Animals were his friends. They looked out for the elvhen just as much as he looked out for them. That was why Areina liked him so damn much. Sometimes much more than she liked Tianyou and he had raised her. Anyway, that would be a conversation for another day. There were a few other things to be concerned about as well. It wasn’t like Tianyou could hole himself up within the walls of Caer Glas Keep and wait for it all to blow over. He has a role to play just like everyone else that was involved with this. Which, at this point, felt like everyone. “Into the Eluvian?” A sigh fell from his mouth, hands planting themselves on his hips. “Well, let me know when and I’ll be there.” At the question, he shrugged his shoulders. “Riandur doesn’t leave me much room to ask him questions, but I’ll let you know if anything comes up. There’s a griffon that they have acquired recently if that’s of interest.”

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"That's exactly what it means, Lucanis," Ikaros cocked an eyebrow, wondering if the other even listened to half the junk that came out of his mouth. Something told him that he didn't, and it was just Lucanis talking out of his ass. Ikaros didn't mind that. It just meant the Prince always had the upper hand. He enjoyed the look of surprise on the other Elvhen's face, some sort of bit that he'd finally gotten the upperhand on the mercenary. The prince of Avalon was always calm and collected, he was always hiding what he felt, what he was thinking – it was easiest, and most could leave him alone. Lucanis hadn't been around when the visions had become too much, when the oracle had to hide himself in a darkened room so no one would bother him as he tried to heal his mind.

It was only this thought that kept Ikaros at arm's length from Lucanis. This bitterness that settled deep in the Elvhen's chest. He went to move his hand away, but caught in Lucanis' grip, Ikaros' gaze darkened. His mismatched eyes lingered on the other's mouth, "Lucanis, I don't–" his voice hitched on the words, the lie unable to exit his mouth. It only fueled his anger, and the prince and his perpetual frown only got more bitchier, "I don't think you actually know what you want." That was easier to get out, some other emotion crossing Ikaros' face now. His hand relaxed, but it didn't mean much other than the fight leaving the prince for the time being. "You don't know what you want, or what you need, and if you do, then you're too worried about something to act on it. And I don't mean me, I mean this. Avalon. And you know where I stand." Ikaros would not be a fool to the Vanyaril – not like how love had spurned Titania.

There was a short laugh at Ikaros’ words that caused him to shake his head. “Just because I spend all of my time out there doesn’t mean I don’t want to be around you.” A brow rose for a moment as his chin tilted upwards. As much as he wanted to just rip the bandaid off and stop pretending, he preferred to keep their relationship just like this. Only for now though. If they crossed that line, they would never come back from it. Regardless, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to still flirt with the prince at any given moment. Lucanis was much too enamored with the reactions he got from the other to do that. Whether it was flustered or annoyance made no difference. Maybe he preferred the latter more than he did the former most of the time, but he would never express as much.

As Ikaros moved closer, there was visible shock on Lucanis’ face that he did a terrible job of hiding. This was certainly more than he had ever gotten so he would bask in this for now. “Not a single detail please.” His gaze flickered to the prince’s hand on his wrist and then back to Ikaros’ face. He almost moved closer to close the space between them, but then there was a hand on his chest to push him away. Another short laugh fell from his lips as he let his feet drag him back and away from Ikaros as the other spoke. “Who said I’d stay behind? All you have to do is say ‘Lucanis, I want you to come.’ and I’ll be there.” He dared to step closer again, his hand gripping onto Ikaros’ own. “Unless you don’t want me to come.”

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Gwaern rumbled as Fharzai put his hand upon him, and Ikaros watched as the obsidian dragon flew off to the tiny one that remained in the dreamscape. The Dúnedain's words were moving, of course they would be, but he spoke about things that were confusing enough to the Elvhen. The Tower of Olympia being a necessary force for light, for one. Yet still, a Dúnedain was an ancient reincarnation of the first children between human and elvhen.

"We've helped Lysara. Avalon was there when Aventia fell. We offer as much as we can, and don't expect much in return, do we?" Ikaros searched Fharzai's gaze, and while Avalon had to face the blight completely on their own, it was typical another would seek him out and ask for more. Those of the mortal realm always would, his mother had told him that once. Queen Titania did what she could, and Ikaros wouldn't see her pushed to her limit as her mother slowly withered away from the Blight itself. "You see, Dúnedain, we live with the blight within Avalon. There is no protecting us. Not like Eterna, not like Xul'nithar." Ikaros figured he wouldn't have to remind the druid, but he would. The prince crossed his arms over his chest, wishing he could divine something immediately to help soothe the other's worry. Yet still, the oracle would have to wait to visit Xul'nithar again and use his ability there. "My mother has not left Avalon since Arethusa took the throne. If anything, I would go in her place, and Leander for Arethusa. We are already the diplomats to such a place; what are you trying to get us to agree on?"

Caimriss saw all that Fharzai did, which meant the little dragon's world was quite vast. Nestled within the druid's cloak on every walk, he was privy to the dreams of beings from many realms and creeds. If he could, he'd show Gwaern the many skies he's soared through on the backs of great dragons in their dreams, but kisses were all he was capable of. Still, Fharzai knew it would make his baby happy to leave the gift of flying dreams for Gwaern, and so he did, pressing a glowing hand to the black dragon's neck as he gently stroked his scales.

"I'm not just any Dúnedain. I've staked my very soul on Lysara's continued success. I truly believe this nation, and the Tower of Olympia specifically, is a necessary force for light and balance across the continent. She is like a child to me, and I will protect her at all costs," Fharzai shares, by far more forthcoming than he'd typically be, denoting how serious he took this dream. "The threat of the Blight that Lysara faces is the same as Avalon's. Aventia's fall is a bad omen for both our homes. We need to use every tool available to force the darkness back. It's critical." At this, he faces the prince, his gray gaze peering intensely while still seeing past him in a way. As candid as Fharzai had been before, there were still aspects of his dreams he couldn't share with all. "What I wish is a united front in a request for help, from the Underdark. You were there when I connected the mortal realm to Xul'nithar. Between that an my efforts since to protect the dreams of the drow as I do any Lysaran or dragon, I'd hope my intentions ring just. If we can get Queen Titania and Queen Aruthesa to enter talks with the Matron Mothers as a united front, maybe we can help to negotiate an accord, an agreement for mutual aid between our realms so that all our peoples can be protected from the Blight."

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There were only certain times that Ikaros got a vision pertaining to something very specific. He'd been in Arvandoril, had searched through texts for information on Mythal's Glade, information on a dead branch, and it had led him to a section on dreamers. The information had been scarce, yet still, it had given him flashes of pink scales, of whispers of the temples of old, and a blinding headache to follow. Yet still, it'd been enough for a face, one that had him standing outside the moongate.

He'd dismissed the guards that were normally there, yet still, plenty were watching from within the wild's. The stranger's approach had Ikaros tilting his chin up, "And you're too unscathed to have not been led by the feywilds themselves," he gave a small smile. "I am Ikaros, Prince of Avalon. I've seen you – but why? What brings you to the Moongate?" He noted the ears – a High Elvhen? A Silver? A High Faiman? Perhaps a descendant of those from the dead branch; it was said their powers were inherent. Either way, he would be curious to see the other enter the Moongate if they could.

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Fyren had made the trek from the Silverlands on their own, the Feywilds was not to be greeted lightly, even for a dragon, and they wished to traverse it by themself first before daring to take Talisa to the true home she'd not likely remember. So much of their survival since Aetheron crumbled had been on the basis of sticking together, but Avalon had been an indelible piece of the dragon, and if they were to solidify further against the mages, he was certain it would be through speaking with the elvhen of today's world.

Someone, however, was already situated at the moongate; whispers of where to find it were futile and Fyren was confident it was the creatures within the wilds that had granted him safe passage to its entrance. "You're too put together to be a guard," in cryptic terms, Fyren noted he was clearly expected by this elvhen.

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Ikaros remembered the man who'd joined he and Abelas, Akanis. While the Silverlands were as familiar to the Prince as the Feywilds were, he was spending more time within them with his dragon and cat-sith. Saleba was watching from afar, as she always did, never one to interfere unless she had to. The Feywilds were her place of happiness, and she preferred the silence to Gwaern's rumbling and crashing through the undergrowth.

Still, the Prince was a master of stealth, always heading through and remaining unseen. It was something he'd wished to learn a long time ago – the art of assassination could be seen as cowardly, but it was just deadly. Still, Akanis was alone – talking to himself. It seemed as such, but Ikaros crossed his arms over his chest and waited to be noticed, "Akanis," he said with a smile, tilting his head and watching the other, "Of course I'll join you." An Elvhen always accepted hospitality, it was engrained into Ikaros' very being. "Am I interrupting?"

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Akanis wasn’t one to forget faces nor was he inept at politics enough to have not realised that Ikaros was royalty, maybe at the time Ikaros hadn’t known he thought a changeling worthy of the blessing of a dragon. It had been a small gesture, maybe one the prince didn’t take full notice of at the time, but one Akanis held close.

After Aventia maybe some were looking for thicker walls to hide behind but Akanis had embarked upon a journey of self discovery with Ingrid and unknown to him the prince's brother. On their way back from the Feywild they had decided to rest for a few days in the silverlands as there was nothing like being reborn to make your bones ache.

With a warm blow of stew and a hearty chunk of bread being slowly eaten by one of the champions of Aureliath as he smiled into what seemed like a newly acquired pocket mirror. Not many knew that he was talking to Ingrid, they weren’t best friends but they could at least laugh with each other which was a first. So much so he hadn’t noticed Ikaros till the other was standing in front of him. He quickly slammed down the mirror and stood to attention “Your highness…” he committed to a deep respectful bow “Would you do me the honor of joining me at my table?”

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Ikaros had dreams about that Red Dragon. They weren't SFW dreams, either, so the Oracle kept that to himself. He looked at Araceli, and while he didn't know much about her, he was grateful so many from other places had come to help Abelas. It had been a weathering and trying trip to Blackrock, and even now, Ikaros had to plan yet another to try and restore more of the temple and the pool. "He didn't speak much of the Elvhen. Just broken promises that date back far further than what Avalon perhaps is or remembers." He sighed now, "Thanks for your help, Araceli. If you need something, come to the gate and let them know. They can deliver something within to me."

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Ikaros nodded after a moment. This was something he could do for his brother. The Blight was pressing upon Taravell, upon the creatures that Abelas held so dear, and that was the only thing that could pull Ikaros' attention away from the Laurelin. Away from the Blight that was rotting at the core of his home. If Abelas could come with him, then he would mention it – his idea to venture into the Eluvian. For now, though, he gave Abelas another smile, "Maybe a fancy treat? A dance? I've seen how the new Griffon gets excited to see you." Shrike had been skin and bones, yet now? Thriving, going between Caer Glas and visiting Abelas.

"Of course. Just no one I have to carry, alright?" It was a good joke, a great joke even – he'd done his best for Icarus, and yet still, that had been difficult enough when watching out for others. For now, he looked towards their dragons, romping around, "Come on. I think Gwaern wants to show you how fast he can fly now."

Ikaros did not need to say that the pegasus, even if it did, would not outlive his friend for long. Some heartbreaks lasted forever; while Abelas would never think for a moment that any humanoid creature should never die, he did think nature was particularly cruel for not giving animals the immortality they deserved.

"I think-" Abelas was thoughtful for a moment, the Blight had taken so much from not just them, but everyone. "if the Legion wants to beat back the Blight, they'll need all the help they can get." That included griffons and there was no one better than the Avalonian brothers to help the Legion of the Dead regain what was lost. "Will you look into it at the library for me?" Abelas asked, "Maybe any references to how it was done in the past, I'm sure I can get close, earn their trust, but the griffons are noble creatures - like everything else there's probably more to it." A bow at the right angle, a gift, or maybe just copious amounts of treats. "I'll have some things to get together, maybe we should bring some people with us."

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Ikaros had dreams about that Red Dragon. They weren't SFW dreams, either, so the Oracle kept that to himself. He looked at Araceli, and while he didn't know much about her, he was grateful so many from other places had come to help Abelas. It had been a weathering and trying trip to Blackrock, and even now, Ikaros had to plan yet another to try and restore more of the temple and the pool. "He didn't speak much of the Elvhen. Just broken promises that date back far further than what Avalon perhaps is or remembers." He sighed now, "Thanks for your help, Araceli. If you need something, come to the gate and let them know. They can deliver something within to me."

Even when all is shed by darkness, the light can still bloom. Worry plagues Araceli, but she can’t help the burst of fondness as she watches the now adolescent dragon react to her words as if he understood the language when that seemed unlikely. 

“I assumed that is how most deities choose to speak,” she admits with a quirk of her lips. After a lifetime experiencing the game, vague and cryptic comments didn’t seem too out of character when said by the gods. Few people had ever claimed the gods gave direct answers in the legends she has found, after all. Still, some more direct words would have been appreciated. “I don’t think I have many ideas, but—There was that individual speaking a sort of elvhen I didn’t recognize in the dragon’s hoard. I didn’t catch much of what he said, but if the temple was meant to be for elvhen and dragons. Maybe something he said could be useful?”

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Ikaros rose an eyebrow, not entirely interested or sure that he wanted to hear Kay's diluted family history. It seemed that the witch had a father who had gotten a little too comfortable with a prostitute, and to be fair, he was definitely sure that he was not ht eonly one in Eterna. But alas, Ikaros couldn't blame him. Abelas had come from something similar, and he'd be worse off not knowing him. When Kay finally held out his hand, Ikaros took it after a moment. There were flashes, but Ikaros did not speak. It was a few moments later, Ikaros' permanent frown once more etched onto the Elvhen's face. He really needed to get home and remain invisible. "You've met him. You were friendly with him. I don't know his name. He's also a thief, dark hair, tan skin – something about a possessed piece of art. That's all I can tell you."

"Can't believe she didn't make it all up." He's so focused on trying to put a face to the description that he doesn't quite realize the implication of Ikaros holding a hand out to him. Kay almost wants to protest immediately because this wasn't for him and the idea of knowing the future didn't seem like a good one. He knew himself too well, he'd fixate on something, try to fix it, and potentially make it worse. But this is something he wants to know and it'd be a waste of Ikaros's time if he were to just tell him 'thanks but no thanks' and went on his merry way with the description. Realistically, the kid could be anywhere, there was no guarantee he could just hunt them down in Eterna. He needs more specifics and so he takes takes the outstretched hand after blinking owlishly twice and exhaling slowly. "Sure, adult life is already so goddamn weird." Might as well make it weirder and find some secret hidden child that his deceased mother apparently held a lot of disdain for. The two of them already had that in common, she'd had disdain for him, too.

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No one could cheapen sacrifice, Ikaros knew that, and Abelas would do it again, he was sure. Risk everything to save the Owlbear he loved. They both were always thinking of others before themselves, but it was true – Ikaros would stand by Abelas no matter how ridiculous the situation got. And they'd been in plenty.

The thoughts of the days that Yavanna and her pegasus had ridden together – it made Ikaros think of her stories. The power that the former queen held, the one who didn't treat Abelas the same as Titania had perhaps. As a constant reminder of what had happened. "Perhaps I'll do that." A streak of blonde in the black pegasus' mane, something that he would remember the Queen by. Something told Ikaros that maybe the old creature wouldn't last much longer, either, but he kept that to himself. His hand had remained on Abelas' shoulder, dropping after a moment as he tried to collect himself and take a breath, "Do you want to tell me when you wish to go to Ankhuria? Maybe these Griffons are the answer for the Legion, you must've been pulled to them for a reason."

"Hey-" Abelas smiled and took his opportunity to squeeze Ikaros with as much force as he could muster, which admittedly wasn't much but he didn't get many opportunities for this. He loved his brother though, if he could squeeze the life out of that cute face then he absolutely would. Sure, Ikaros was scowling all the time, never smiled, and had the sort of RBF that you only read about in scripture - but who could ever say no to a hug from him?

Abelas pat the other on the back a few times, taking in the apology that he didn't think was even remotely owed. Heavy was the head, Abelas had never envied his brother for everything legacy dictated he'd carry. "this isn't on you," Abelas said as Ikaros pulled away, kind of a bummer but the elvhen wasn't going to get greedy. He glanced at Icarus again, frolicking before he was tackled by the pair of young dragons. "I made my choice and I stand by yours. Always." It was likely that Abelas wouldn't have given Aventia a second thought if Ikaros wasn't there, but his brother's battles were his battles. He hoped the Prince understood that.

Abelas remembered a stern woman with a layer of softness beneath an otherwise prickly exterior. He didn't have the same relationship with Yavanna as Ikaros, but she was a fair ruler and a good Queen. She deserved better than a slow, bedridden death. "Freshwater and pears will help with his energy," a small kindness, something brisk and something sweet. Nobody could tell someone how to grieve, that was his choice, but an understanding presence went a long way. "I've seen pegasi with hair from their fallen riders braided into their mane, songs sung during the days they rode together." Another pang as he thought about how Yavanna would die and he wouldn't get to say goodbye. They weren't close but she'd never been cruel. It was hard to imagine his brother standing at her funeral without Abelas there at his side. Abelas didn't know if that would be enough, the winged-creatures were as sensitive as they were intelligent, but it could be a start.

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Ikaros wasn't a touchy person, never had been. With the force of his abilities, he tried to limit the amount of time he came into contact with one, spurned on more by touch than anything else. It wasn't always the case, sometimes it just took a glance in someone's direction, or the moment to seize him in a precognitive sense. Other times, the visions were so far ahead, it continued to haunt him. Such as the vision he'd received when he'd taken Yavanna's hand. Abelas' question had struck a nerve within his chest, one that he ignored day after day. Perhaps they were both like their father in that sense – they liked to ignore things until they were forced to stare at it in the face.

He moved forward after a second, and with only a brief second of hesitation, he pulled Abelas into a hug. His brother was always hugging, throwing his arms around Ikaros at times when he hardly expected it. But for now, he needed this. Ikaros knew he should've never let Abelas follow him to Aventia – he'd done that for him, and here Ikaros had gone and told Mythal to take the light from him to save the owlbear. But that's where Abelas' heart laid, with the land and the animals. Ikaros could never force him to understand Avalon and what it meant to Ikaros, but they always tried. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, though he wouldn't take a brush off of his apology. He was carrying guilt, but for now, Ikaros pulled away, finally thinking of an answer.

"She's fighting, I'm just not sure for how much longer." Frailty did not suit the former Queen, but she was intent on finding a way to push past it. Either way, Ikaros spent a lot of his time close by. Perhaps they all had something in common, with Abelas' loss and Tianyou's father in danger of death as well. "Her pegasus refuses to leave her," he said after a moment, thinking on when he'd tried to ask Tianyou about what his liked so he could help the grieving creature. "I've tried to get him to fly around Avalon again, but I think he's...waiting. If you have any suggestions..."

Was he okay?

Abelas was good at lying to himself, it was one of his many charms; in this, his tongue was lead though because he couldn't look his brother in the eyes and tell him that everything was okay. It wasn't and Abelas supposed it hadn't been for a long time; he'd spent so long running from distraction to distraction that

"No... No, I don't think I am." He'd gone to Aventia in an uncharacteristic display of charity toward the people that were living there and he'd lost more than Abelas could wrap his head around just yet. "I made peace with Tianyou; the blight killed my dad, my owlbear, and it cost me my light." Which was to say that he didn't think he had room left for grudges. "I just want to work and do what I can with whatever time I have left." For Vallas, for Icarus, for Oberon, and for Dirthera. "Helping them is the only thing I've ever done in my life that has any value."

There was a beat, and then Abelas turned the question back toward his brother, "How's Yavanna?" Ikaros and the former Queen were close, she was sick and they both knew what that meant.

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Ikaros tilted his head as Abelas got a bit incredulous, but this was why he asked the questions. His brother was more in tune with nature, and trying to save all the species was his specialty. Of course he wouldn't leave him to go off alone. "Yes, you're right." His memory of the griffons had been that they'd simply moved off, no longer friends of anyone – even the Legion. But if they hadn't been seen in thousands of years, then perhaps that was something he hadn't remembered.

"I do." He couldn't lie, and perhaps getting away was one thing that he needed to do. Ikaros moved closer to Abelas now, unsure if this was one of those things where his brother wished to throw himself into work to distract himself from the conversation of how he was actually doing. "Are you okay?" Ikaros didn't beat around the bush, he never had, but he had a feeling it would send them in a circle again, as it had the first time Ikaros had broached the subject of Abelas' avoidance of Avalon.

"There are so few of them left," Abelas stated, incredulous. "why wouldn't I go?" He'd done exactly this countless times before, maybe it wasn't important to his brother, but following the lead mattered. From the skvaders to pegasi, dragons and cryophoenixes, griffons hadn't been spotted anywhere in thousands of years. Helping them superseded everything else in Abelas's life. "If I know then it's just a matter of time before other people find out. Before Eterna tries to throw them in the ring, or some poacher gets a big idea."

Oblivious as Abelas might be, he was still just as much elvhen as his brother and he could tell there were things that Ikaros was not saying. Abelas spent more time in the wilds without his brother than with him, the prince had his responsibilities, and Abelas had his work. "You don't have to come. I thought you'd want to."

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Ikaros gave a lopsided grin, if he was anything – it was reckless when it came to those he...took to bed. Who was the last one? The pirate captain? Ryu was expected for a tour within Avalon, one that Ikaros had pushed off because of the Eluvians. Yet still, he couldn't cross that line with Lucanis. Not like he wanted to. "That's an original one. You like being around me. That's why you spend all your time out there, right?" He tilted his head, not understanding the mercenary's desires. Yet still, he pushed himself up as the other got the balls to speak of something else.

The Prince got closer as Lucanis' voice dropped. Two could play this stupid game. Neither of them could lie, so he knew Lucanis enjoyed being around him – once every decade? "No detail out?" He frowned now, though it was contemplative. He grabbed Lucanis' wrist, his eyes flashing for a moment. There was a pause, and Ikaros pulled away, putting his hand on Lucanis' chest to make the mercenary take a step back from him instead of the Prince taking one himself. "For me to know and you to forever wonder about." Ikaros' grin was slow, "I'm going to be disappearing behind one of the new Eluvians. I just feel your stubbornness as you stay behind like you always do."

There Ikaros went again pretending he didn’t know why Lucanis was here. Of course he had been called here. He didn’t mind seeing his mothers. As much as he loved them though, he hadn’t come back here for them. All he would get if he spoke to either of them would be the constant reminder that he needed to come back home. With the eluvians activating, there was certainly more activity happening. More than what he was used to, of course. Yet he still felt no real reason to come back that had anything to do with that. "Maybe you should stop being surprised then," he responded quickly before continuing. "Do you think I just do everything for a quick coin? Maybe I just like being around you."

Yes, of course that was the reason he was here. There was no other reason in his mind and Lucanis had never really shied away from being blunt. Nowadays, at least. A long time ago, he would've just sort of kept to himself. The world outside of Avalon had done a number on his arrogance though. "Ikaros..." He paused, letting a smile creep onto his face. "I'm here because of you. For you actually." Leaning in, he spoke lowly. "Now, tell me, what do you see in our future? Leave no detail out."

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The Silverlands were currently the only thing standing between the Feywilds and the Blight, and the safety of both was something that Ikaros had to check in on constantly. With Tianyou spending time within Caer Glas Keep, it was easy enough to get updates, at least on the Legion's movements and things as such that would allow Ikaros to help send aid. With the protection of Haven and the answer within the Standing Stones, and the alighting of another Eluvian. "Raccoons? Wonder who that would be from." Ikaros gave a small smile, but that wasn't what he wished to speak to Tianyou about. "I've convinced Titania to let me lead an expedition into the Eluvian from Mythal's Glade. The second one has opened in Arvandoril, and...it's to be decided what to do about it." He idly wondered if news had gotten back to Tianyou yet, about the light leaving Abelas – it felt like too much to speak about all at once. "Any news from Caer Glas?"

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Areina loved this place. Every time he came here, it was because she had damn near dragged him there with her large frame. It wasn't like Tianyou could drag a pegasus back with raw strength so he didn't even try. If she wanted to come, who was he to stop her? At least, this time, he had some company. He knew he could always drag Ikaros where he needed him. Apparently the same couldn't be said for him. That sounded so self-pitying though when he shouldn't have been doing that. A hand ran through Areina's mane regardless. "There's been raccoons following me around," he stated with a bit of nonchalance. He wasn't sure if it had been Abelas' doing or if the raccoons were just doing it for their dear friend, but it sure felt like a sign to him.