A shadow whisked across the desert dunes, out of place in the otherwise sun-scorched landscape. Formless, it could easily have been mistaken for the silhouette of a cloud whisking across the sun- But there were no clouds. No, this shadow was Danives himself, flitting over the heated landscape with far more ease than others might have managed on the ground... After all, he currently had no body to overheat, or to beg his mind for water. And so, with no worries in his travel, he let his mind wander.

The Tower of Broken Dreams. He hadn't been there since.... -Before- the golden one's death. Long before. But this wasn't a summons he could ignore receiving. Mentally, he smiled at the memory of when he gained his summons. He'd been in the middle of assisting one of his followers in their task. He remembered it quite well- The young human had used his shadows well, dancing unseen and unheard through the halls of a wealthy man's home. His body had flickered much as Danives' own tended to do, blending with the darkness until he made his way to the man's own room. A single blade of shadow was gifted to his hand.

It had been a grand sign to Danives that the summons hammered into his mind the moment the assassin's shadowy dagger speared through the heart of its victim. Normally, he might have stayed to assist the follower in leaving... But his task was done. How he escaped was up to the assassin himself- And so Danives left, his boon lifting from the human as he flew across the land in his shadowy state.

And now, here he was, rising over the crest of dune after dune, ever-nearing the fantastic shape of the Tower. Unlike his poor, poor siblings, he had no need to tire himself climbing so many stairs- He merely raced up the walls themselves once he arrived, pausing briefly to brush a shadowy finger of greeting over the climbing Dust's shoulders. He was friendly to upstarts, and knew Dust would recognize the greeting. But then, a bare moment later, he was on the move again- And soon materialized on the balcony, behind Thirianna and Vaul. Silent, he raised a quiet hand in greeting to the others that faced him, before finally speaking out so that those with their backs to him might also realize he was there. In the shadowy, death-like form he took now, he leaned oh-so-casually against the rail of the balcony.

"Brothers, sisters, it's so -pleasant- to see you all. Still all glares, I see? Come come. Daddy's war ended -ages- ago. Literally. Can't we all hug and make up? And stop ignoring our younger siblings, won't you? They need attention as much as the rest of us."

A brief smile was sent to Varavana and Gaon with the words.... Well, as much of a smile as the shadowy form could muster. It was more of a feeling. Like they could -tell- he was smiling without seeing it.