All aboard the Warlord tour

His daughter, freckled with splatters of color, would halt before she reached them. Sirius didn’t even slow, if anything he picked up speed, plowing into his daughter with a bear hug as he wrapped his forpaws around her, and rolled them both into the grass. He kissed her cheek, not in the least bit embarrassed by his display of affection as he released her and let her land gently on the grass again, pulling himself back to his feet, and turning towards his companion. “This is Aerndis, she’s making a map of Boreas, we get a copy in trade of showing her around our territories” he explained, head still close to his daughter, but voice just loud enough to Arendis to catch his words as well.

He raised his head then, nodding to the brightly toned woman. “Aerndis, this is my daughter Aslatiel. She makes the most beautiful star maps.” He would conclude the introduction, giving away what they had in common with his words. With that, he pulled himself back to his full height, dwarfing his little daughter. “Let’s talk and walk.” he suggested.

He took them further away from the weeping woods, making their way between Bird's garden and Resin’s meadow, skirting Io’s pond as he led them towards the communal area that the firepit lay in. “If you need more time then a brisk tour, your welcome to hang around for a day or two to get what you need, and a day longer if needed to give us a copy of your map” he concluded.