Moving In

The kiss of the caves was enough as it sent back his call. The rough and lovable feeling as he overtook his land was something he would not forget. No one would ever forget the reign of the Arkhos. For he was bringing a newness to Alacritis. Something they had not yet seen. He would need to return to Valhalla and tell Chrysanthe of the things he had done--for that was wisest. Nose wrinkled and the boy shrugged his shoulders as Meinx came and she put herself beside him. Did she know that she had potential here? That her application could ascertain herself a high position in the very world? For his kingdom would be revered--this his children would equally be so. "Are you aware of what is to be accomplished here?" Greatness. That was the simplest answer one could form--but there was so much more that was beneath the surface and casual glance at the life he was going to make. He wanted to know what his own daughter thought and what she so planned to make of this. IF she was going to fail him he would love her--of course...but he would be sure not to tolerate someone that couldn't live up to an expectation he would hold for her. admittedly, as his own, she was a great things--but without perseverance she would not keep up such attributes.