Syrinx had not left Alacritis this time, and so there was the faint left over of his scent in a few places one went, however, he had become a drifter of the most obvious means. He was no longer a king left to rule in power or in understanding. Instead he was a mogul that sought to displace the entirety of Alacritis until, as a whole, it rested under his power or that of an Adravendi. He needn't even see it last. He simply wanted to see it happen. They had the numbers, and they had the confidence and persuasion all they needed was a leader and Syrinx was so willing to be that one.
The adravendi had fallen from where they were once so mighty, and he looked to restore that. A faint smile would rise to his lips at the thought, however, the soul thought was not what invoked just a look, "Pip," the whisper was faint, but his deep baritones could carry it quite awhile. Hopefully, she would hear him calling to her and she would come. He wanted to implant his ideas into the head of those closet to him and make them writhe with anticipation and hopefulness for a future he could offer them. His time was soon, and they would be a grand part of it.
The serpentine man would drop his massive haunches to the earth and he would sit. The topography of the land around him had a decent balance between being woodsy and spacious and it enveloped a relaxed tone. It was a domain the master was not so commonly accustomed to. Regardless, he had come here--naturally, he now felt as though he was here by fate to see his darling family and to change the course of history as it needed to be changed. A wry grin kept itself seated on his lips. He was going to take them back a kingdom. Of which? He was not certain.
