"Talk" Walk He had done it. Finally he had found the materials he needed to make what he wanted for his sister. With his uncle's help in finding the last bit of materials he needed, he carried the items carefully in a bundle away from Abaven. He didn't want his sister to find out what he was up to, so he had asked his uncle to meet him at the rock garden to help him with his gift. His uncle didn't totally know what he planned to do, just that he wanted to make something special for her. With his wolverine following quietly behind and the cockatoo flying overhead, they made sure they weren't being followed by anyone but his uncle. With a deep breath, he found a nice clearing and set the bundle on a flat rock. He sat beside it, looking up at the stars as he waited for his uncle to arrive.

Ignis had been acting secretive lately, but he had an inkling of an idea why. A few days ago he had asked him to help him find materials for something, and Ace didn't quite know what that might be until more materials were gathered and the thought dawned on him. He wanted to make something, though who for he wasn't sure until he had been asked to meet his nephew outside of Abaven where Actaea couldn't accidentally stumble upon them. That had been the giveaway, so after several minutes of waiting after Ignis had left, he too made his way out of Abaven.

The night was warm and dry, promising absolutely no rain and a thick, dry night. The feeling made his fur prickle uncomfortably. He felt dried up like a raisin sitting out in the sun. He couldn't remember the last time the eastern lands felt like this, but perhaps when he had been around that damned volcano. He didn't particularly like the heat anymore, especially since he had been spending most of his life away from the jungle he had been born into. He hated the humidity and the feeling it gave him. Which was why he doubted he'd claim lands in the East...the weather just felt too unpredictable sometimes.

He climbed a slope, feeling a little out of breath after breathing in the dry air. Likewise, his companions didn't seem as animated as before, but they pressed on until they saw Ignis sitting on the hill. "Boy, I hope you didn't drag us out in this heat for nothing." He grumbled like an old man for once. He reached his nephew and bumped his shoulder as he set his eyes on the stone and the materials that were laid upon it.

Movement from further down the hill caught his eye, and he watched as his uncle slowly climbed the hill towards him. His wolverine sat impatiently, claws tapping the rock as he waited for the older wolf to join them. "Can he move any slower?" He grunted. "I think he can. He is pretty old ain't he? Not as young as us eh?" He looked at his companion and grinned, but the grump didn't look amused. "Boy, I hope you didn't drag us out in this heat for nothing." Ignis turned his attention to his uncle, tail thumping against the ground, "Now why would I do that?" He grinned again. He stood and moved on top of the rock, crimson gaze looking towards his uncle's. "Actually, I do need your help with something."

He placed his paw on the bundle and sat down, waiting until his uncle caught his breath and was in a slightly better mood. "I wanna make something for Actaea. I think she deserves something nice...especially after...ya know, all the crap that's happened." He knew his sister was working as hard as he was with her training. And he hoped that this gesture would show that he appreciated her and everything that she did. He felt like he sucked at showing his appreciation sometimes, but he wasn't quite sure what to do. He knew his uncle had an interest in making things, which was why he had called him out here in the first place.

He was slightly amused with his nephew's response, lessening his irritation a little. He continued to eye the materials there as Ignis told him what he wanted to do. "I had a feeling it would be something along those lines. Have anything particular in mind yet?" He asked curiously. There were a couple things he could think of as he looked at what was presented. He knew Actaea well, as should Ignis. He sat down on the ground and yawned, the warm night starting to relax him. He watched as Ignis thought about his question before continuing, "C'mon Iggy, you know your sister. She isn't a fighter, though I have no doubt she'd be a great one considering her size, but she didn't choose that path. What do you think would suit her?"