The man's eyes slid over to Skylark as he spoke, unsurprised by how smoothly he spoke despite his tender age. While those around them still stood defensively still, the red haired man smirked and reached out to ruffle Skylark's hair, "Aye Young one, I am." The elder spoke gently, voice echoing along the wind. Path relaxed as the elder spoke.

 Sleipnir peeked out from Father's shoulder up at the elder, quietly warning his brother to be quiet. He could feel the air ripple around the elder dragon, his power very clear to him. Perhaps it was a combination of Path's hypnosis and Edge's ability to spew smoke around him or just Sleipnir's own unique ability he had developed within his shell, but he could tell just by the feeling that the people they were surrounded by were not to be trifled with. They were warning him, all of them. He could feel it. 

 "Regnum, you haven't changed..." Path murmured softly, a small smile upon his face that the other returned with full confidences.

 "Yet you have,Relin. Hath the world changed so much? The war is right then on time?" Regnum said quietly to himself, as if thinking out loud. The others, radiating the same power but holding less authority clearly, crept forward to listen to their leader. 

 "No." Path spoke quietly against the silence, another long pregnant silence following. "No, not now. Soon, but not now. They are tired, you are as well. Leave a day, rest a night. Tomorrow I shall come alone, then we shall plan." He looked up stoic at Regnum, not ready to take no for an answer. Years back, to refuse so out rightly with no clear reason would warrant social isolation, but all Regnum did was smirk and nod his head, "Very well, a rest."