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Pyralis strolled into the lands of the fallen Talis, her gaze fixed on the castle. Finally! She could explore its depths uninterrupted. She had tried twice and both times she'd been interrupted by one thing or another but this time the territory might as well have been her own. She was proud of her son and curious to see what he would do with the newly raised Eclipse Empire. It was encouraging to see such a promising new generation, especially one that carried her blood.

Strolling through the main gate she found herself in a sunlit courtyard. The stones stretched above her and she gazed quietly at the carpets of moss and vines that snaked their way along the rocks. Had Amon seen this castle? She wondered what he would think of it. A few finches scattered as she strode across the courtyard, the sunlight flickering across her pelt as she continued her exploration.

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With the battle over Ashiel tended to his wounds and took to resting in his den for a few days as he set the wheels in his mind turning. In time he grew restless and emerged from his den to look over the territory of his fallen enemy even though he had no intention of reclaiming it. He knew Dragon planned to rebuild, likely in the same spot, but he didn't particularly care. He had an opportunity to further explore the territory and expand his knowledge of the territory even more. It was a lovely summer day and as he strolled into the courtyard he caught the familiar scent of his mother. Grinning he sought her out. "I should've guessed you'd be here." "Talk" "You" Think

Chasing Twisters In The Canyon

Claws clicking along the stone Pyralis peered into the main entrance where shadows fell and the air was much cooler. She was enjoying the sunlight but the call of exploration beat in her blood. That moment of hesitation was enough for her son to catch her. She turned warmly to him, a soft smile on her face. "Ah, Ashiel. Come to enjoy your spoils?" She moved toward him and nuzzled his cheek affectionately. "I'm proud of you, you know. And yes, of course I'm going to explore while I can." She winked at him. "You know, with this I will have explored all of Auster!" She felt proud of this fact and couldn't help flaunting her prowess as a navigator. "Come, won't you join me?"

She didn't wait for an answer and instead slipped into the cool shadows of the castle. Curving around one hallway then down a straight corridor lined with broken windows where sunlight streamed in.

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Ashiel drank in his mother's scent as she nuzzled him, feeling a gentle heat in his chest at her words. Words more valuable than anything on the earth. She pulled back and he laughed at her comment. He shrugged. "I suppose, I figured I out to continue to gather information in case Talis rebuilds in the same place. I do not know for sure if they will bear a grudge against me for the challenge despite Dragon's words." As his mother slipped into the castle Ashiel followed at her heels. "Of course mother. Your prowess as a navigator is well-respected among the Abraxas. I wonder though, after you explore the whole of Auster what next? Will you move on to Boreas?" "Talk" "You" Think

Chasing Twisters In The Canyon

Pyralis slipped through a large opening and into the throne room. It was a grand room with floors of veined marble and large, ornate openings where windows once were. She chuckled as she turned to her son. "I don't know. Perhaps… though I also wish to stay by your uncle's side to help with our growing empire though not as Lead General. That kind of responsibility was fun for awhile but its not really my style." She didn't know what would be the rank she would fall into. She could lead the scouts but that would mean managerial tasks and she would rather explore herself. Perhaps an Expert Scout? She did not know yet, she'd have to discuss it with Amon.

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Ashiel pranced into the throne room, his tail wagging as he investigated, pausing as he found a stray peacock feather. Seizing it in his teeth he raced toward his mother intent on tickling her with the feather. He wasn't sure why he was feeling so puppyish all of a sudden. He knew it was not behavior befitting a new emperor but all the same… he was in a good mood. A fantastic mood! The pressure of the challenge was fading and the pressure of ruling had yet to settle on his shoulders. He'd been listening though to Pyralis as she debated what to do next though he had little to add. His mother's heart was impossible to predict. "Talk" "You" Think

Chasing Twisters In The Canyon

Pyralis was investigating the scents near the windows when a feather in her ear caused her to yell in surprise. She eyed her child then grinned and scrambled away with a laugh as he chased her. She leapt onto the throne, twisted around and seized the feather from Ashiel, ripping it from him in a quick smooth motion. Throwing it down she swiftly sat on it then stretched herself across the throne with a grin. "You've much still to learn, my dear child." She gazed at him as he grinned at her and found a sort of sadness buried in her bosom. Where had all the time gone? In a few seasons he would be a full adult. 2 years? 2 years! How had she been a mother 2 years?

Slipping from the den she padded over to him and licked fussily at his left ear as if she saw a patch of dirt that needed cleaning. With a grin she turned and continued exploring the castle, slipping through one of the doorways in the back and into what was once a kitchen. Her own age was starting to weigh on her mind. When the season turned again she would be 6 years old. Where had the time gone? Where was it going?

My Cathedral Is The Badlands