idle paws are the devils tools

Albion's sullen disposition had been noted. The very fact that he'd sunk to such levels was the reason that Scylla had been sent off. There was no animosity in the decision, simply the need to have his children learn how to live independently. They needed to each be their own being rather than relying so heavily upon one another. He hoped that being in Elysium would temper Scylla a bit and he hoped that her absence would force Albion to grow up, in a sense. Cerberus, while upset at the situation, seemed to understand. Albion didn't even try.

The King of Fenmyre caught the boy out at the Falls while on a patrol of his own. He noted the sulking and the kicking of rocks. Enough was enough. Albion was a few seasons shy of adulthood. He needed to get himself together and stop acting like a child. Even some of his younger siblings acted more composed than he did.

Coming up behind the boy, the thunder of the rushing falls masking his steps, the brutes giant form cast a shadow over the boy. "Come," he spoke simply. There was a command in that single word and Chimera would suffer no argument.

"Chimera Klein"