Freedom was a thought constantly on Kismet Adravendi's mind. He despised the current state that he and his brother had found themselves in, though the closest thing to harm he'd really come to was Liberty's threat that and Eris' worry that they may have been harmed had certainly made things far less enjoyable as of late. To make matters worse, he hadn't yet been able to escape the lands and see Warja again, and not only was he left fearing what might happen to he and Soren each day they spent here, he was terrified that Warja would try some mad way to break them out.
The boy longed to reassure her that they were still fine, even more so he longed to rush up and tell her to forget any stupid plans she may have begun to develop and that their adventure could begin. He simply needed a way to breakout though, his mother had managed it, and surely he and Soren could too? They just couldn't spend the rest of their lives here in Glaciem as prisoners, any thoughts that they might left a bitter and sickening feeling.
The call that sounded at the borders caught his attention. Clearly the noise was meant for he and Soren, and though he assumed he must have been going mad, he could have sworn that he knew that voice. Stopping in his tracks he'd first of all seek out his brother and only once he had been found would he make his way to the borders and be met with an incredible surprise.
The first thought was pleasure and triumph, Valhallans did care about them, here was Sarak now. And that revelation brought on the second emotion, worry. What was Sarak doing here? Eris had indeed worried him with her warning of a death warrant, he couldn't allow the man to put himself in danger either. The tall boy would step forwards, face suddenly serious once more. "What are you doing here?" He questioned. "You should leave before anyone else comes." It hopefully wasn't too late, there would be no covering the scent but at least if Sarak had gone he stood a better chance than if he stood so boldly upon the borders of the pack's lands.
