The tournament had taken an interesting turn when Daegmar demanded payment, but so far things had been going smoothly. Even the children were enjoying themselves. But when her son departed from the crowd, she would follow. She still needed to speak to him, to clear up a few things and she had feeling it would be awhile before she go him alone again. "I'd say things are going rather smoothly." She would state as she sought to come up beside him, a smirk toying with her dark lips. She would peer up at him, a brow lifted. He still owed her a spar, it had been so long since she had last sparred with her son, if she ever had. Paws pressed into a well worn path, soon they would be headed into the moor. As she looked around, it dawned on her that this was were he had been struck by lightning so many months ago. He had recovered well, well enough that he now sat on a throne of his own.
