Hello, Welcome Home.

Caedes spent a lot of time concocting his remedies and poisons, sorting his stock and searching for more – but when he was not seeking out the lovely Mariah or having an apathetic conversation with one of his kin; he was wandering. Sending his raven out in intervals to bring back reports of flora. Anything of use to his craft. Currently he was in search of seashells for a project.

But as he traversed the coastline, his footsteps faltered, a fleeting scent catching his nares. Pausing mid-stride, Caedes turned, nose in the air as he tested the scent mingling in the breeze again. Could it be? His eyes flashed, determination powering his muscular limbs forward as he galloped down the coastline, rounding a bend and laying eyes on the perpetrator of his sudden investigatory sprint.

For a moment, he stood frozen in place, disbelief coursing through him like a bolt of lightning. Sloan. His true-born sister, one who was far more favored over him in their puppyhood. A sense of detachment washed over Caedes, his mind struggling to reconcile the reality of her presence with the distant memories that lingered in the recesses of his mind. How could she be here, in this remote corner of the world, when he had left her behind so long ago? Was she to be another cog in Sephiran’s machine? He thought his mother wanted her little toy soldiers to herself – It was yet another reason their grandmother had sent him off on his own path.

Caedes approached, his steps measured and deliberate. Though he had no real words planned for her, nothing he could think to say. So he addressed her like he would any other of his kin. “Sloan.” The low baritone of his voice cutting in between the oceans crashing waves. He had not expected to see her here, and yet here she stood. He didn’t know if she would be happy to see him, or be displeased he had left Saffron at all. So, he awaited judgment.