Catching up

Crux sighed, his hips were already aching, they'd been more prone to that since moving to somewhere considerably more humid than the Col. But luckily his destination wasn't far. He'd probably been putting it off for too long. He'd wanted to speak to his father, and nephew to be honest, during the festival but with the fighting breaking out he'd prioritized his own safety in that moment. Slipping off before someone looking for a reason spotted him, an easy mark. He'd also not seen his brother during the festival... He was worried about Stratum, was he still moping about?

Settling himself a respectful distance from the scent line Crux tipped his head back and called for his father. He knew his brother-in-law tended towards being open and welcoming to family but decorum was etched into him. Leg or not, he'd been born a prince. And, potentially soon, there was a chance he might become one again. At least by technicality.... He certainly didn't suspect Widow would give him a title to match just for being with her daughter...

There was that too... He wanted his father to know. Wanted if possible, for his family to be there... He'd tackle his father now... Triss' mother? He'd seek her out another day. Facing one intimidating parent was enough for a week. There was much he needed to say, still much more he wished he'd told the others before he'd gone to a whole other continent... It wasn't exactly easy for him to get all the way back up there...

Crux sighed again, shifting slightly on his haunches as he waited.

"Speech"