Don't get your hair caught in the propellor

He was silent, sitting back as he allowed to pack meeting to flow around him. He would listen carefully, tentative, as he regarded Cataeya's every movement. He would listen to her announcements, a festival? Nataleya, he remembered that name, his sister had mentioned it to him, that was the woman who was to accept or deny Solo as the suitor to a princess. He hadn't heard of his nephews acceptance nor his imprisonment so a gentle curiosity nagged at him. For that matter where the hell was his sister? And his other nieces and nephews? He and Cat had some back to Alacrita to find Covari disbanded and Valhalla gone. At least she had left him a parting gift. He would be pulled from his thoughts by an echo of murderous voices. Solstice? He would remain silent until the black and white speckled boy would bound from the group to stand before Kylar. The massive male would turn his attention to his grandson and smile softly. "If you would like to go then yes we can go. I will accompany you." He would rumble softly, offering a soft smile to the boy. Kylar had kind of been planning to stay home for it, not being the social type but if Amarant wanted to go then he would go.

Speech!