Misty mountain majesty

Though Caelia was admittedly wary of newcomers to the pack, she did trust Aurielle's judgement and knew that her family and Aurielle's could not make up the entirety of the pack forever. They needed to grow as a group, to become stronger, to procreate and further their bloodlines... briefly she was reminded of Geoffrey and all the weird feelings surrounding him and the news of his kids, though she tried to force those thoughts from her mind. She was glad that those thoughts wouldn't consume her attention, her focus shifting back to Nolan as they began to walk together nearly in unison. While they could've stayed and continued admire the stones that Nolan had been looking at, walking felt far less stranger than just standing around and chatting, at least to her.

It was a lovely enough day, despite the fog - it had lifted just barely as they began their walk, but the fog that seemed to perpetually float across the moor was never the same in each spot, sometimes even scattered about by the wind. She cocked her head as Nolan answered, saying that his mother had brought him here.. and that she was Regulus's sister. So he was related to Aurielle then, and more than likely an Adravendi by name alone, though not by blood. The realization was a strange one, and for a moment she was tempted to ask if he used a surname, she thought better of it. No use ruining a good day with a conversation that could quickly turn unpleasant. While her thoughts on the matter were not quite as intense as Artur's, they were still controversial enough that she knew she ought to keep them to herself.

Truthfully she didn't know the names he spoke of - she'd never heard of Baine or Zuriel. Her less pleasant thoughts slipped away almost instantaneously as he admitted his mother was sick, and she was silent for a long moment. It was hard to not be reminded of her own mother, whose death had hardly been a surprise. No, she'd been alarmingly straightforward with her children at the end of her days, discussing with them what they wanted out of life and how they might get there, so they wouldn't be left clueless after she passed. No amount of knowing could've made her death hurt any less, Caelia knew that, and so she could empathize with Nolan as she spoke, even if it wasn't open about how it made him feel. "Well. I'm glad you're here too," she admitted gently. She couldn't imagine being on her own after her mother's death. Though she had her siblings no matter what, having a pack structure behind them all had been a source of stability she'd found herself appreciating, even if she wasn't always as involved as she ought to be. "My mother died a few years ago, sadly. I can't imagine where I'd be if I hadn't been in Valhalla then." Despite being fiercely independent much of the time, she couldn't imagine living on her own, or in a band of roamers. That sort of life just didn't suit her.