Nostalgia

Caedes would continue to inspect the disturbed soil, pushing the underbrush aside which revealed a herb with big, white flowers. A rewarding find indeed. In truth, if it were Sephiran who’d made the discovery, he would have ignored conversating to ensure he’d harvest the rarity with precision- but Caedes was a multitasker, it seemed. Answering his question while completing his task of harvesting the plant. Sephiran rumbled in acknowledgment- pleased that his father’s condition was relatively the same, despite many seasons having passed since their last encounter.

Tail flicking behind him, musculature tensing beneath his amethyst pelt. Sephiran’s next question was already lingering on the tip of his tongue. When I left. Another rumble of deep baritones filled the air between them, giving insight into the musings occurring in the Sultan’s mind. "And why did you leave." Blunt and straight to the point, he wanted to know why the scarred male left Saffron and approached his band.  

"Sephiran Saxe"