There was no answer right away and Chord was hesitant to call again in case his grandparents were sleeping. To be entirely honest perhaps he simply wanted an excuse to avoid bringing the news to his grandfather and as the silence continued he considered moving. But no sooner had he turned to move did he here stirring from inside the den and green eyes would divert back to the entrance to see Dutiron appearing.
He looked bad. That was putting it somewhat nicely really. He was far thinner than Chord had seen him before, coat quite unkept in comparison to the usually healthy and rather regal look he'd always considered his grandfather to have. Now he really dreaded having to share the news and wondered if perhaps he could only share the better news as he had done with his siblings. Before he could even speak however Dutiron had picked up that something was bothering him and now there was no way to hide.
"I've been back to Ahlon." He began simply. "Sonnet, Envoi and Limerick they went too. They wanted to stay a while, get to know my mum." He could understand now why they had wanted to escape, Chord wanted nothing more than that too. This simply wasn't right, he had always admired his grandfather and this sick look terrified the boy deeply, especially after hearing about Arelahn. "They're ok." He would make sure Dutiron knew that. They were in good hands with Lyric and Darilnor anyway, he and his siblings had turned out alright for the most part after all.
