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While part of him still yearned for Fenmyre Albion was finding his place in Elysium. Having Scylla back in their sibling group helped him to feel more like home. He nearly felt like they had never been parted, but everything else had changed so much. The youthful prince was patrolling the garden of rocks, his massive ivory frame slipping between the boulders just after dusk. The moon had just begun to rise, making it look massive as it loomed over the horizon. Albi had spent a bit of time with Avacyn earlier in the day, but she was ever the busy princess. As usual they parted before nightfall when he was truly active. The sun was harsh on his pink skin, so in true Klein fashion he usually roamed during the night.

He wouldn’t have been able to sleep even if he tried though, not with so many thoughts rattling through his brain. Wrestling with the decisions to make and his budding relationship with Avacyn. Albion had once told his father that he wanted to be just like him, a King reigning over his Kingdom. Now that that was gone, maybe he truly was meant to rise up at the Princess’s side. There weren’t very many nights that her and that future weren’t at the forefront of his mind.

Albion vaulted his heavy form onto the ledge of one of the larger formations that littered these lands. His dangerous paws carried him to the full height, where blue glass eyes could watch the horizon. He could see for miles right here, and the view aided in putting all things into perspective. Pale haunches lowered to the rock as he lifted his gaze to the moon and stars, part of his heart wishing he had his father to ask advice from right now.

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