The wind was cold and carried the stench of decay so Path kept his head down as he let instinct guide him to his elders. His scales had spread even more along his skin, creeping up his cheek and surrounding his eyes. It was a little harder to maintain this extreme inbetween, but it negated the need for clothing and having to be careful in where he stood. Edge had never seen this and Path thought it was best he didn't. His tail slithered behind him and his wings gave a brief flutter as he nearedthe sacred sight. He could see the elders already gathered, Sanare, her electric blue hair falling in her face. Silva, watching him with her gentle green eyes. Ferrum, with his silver claws tapping his arm impatiently. Anemoi, with piercing white eyes and his cold exterior. Terra, her warm smile was motherly making Path envy those under her....

 And finally there was Regnum, smiling at him with equal intensity, whose hand felt hot as he stroked hus cheek and who's firey eyes lit up upon seeing the white dragon, "Relin, you have certainly kept up waiting. Has your mate thoroughly have you so entranced that tha hast forgotten us?" He asked, leaning closser with such intimacy, Path was sure he saw Anemoi actually squirm.

 He smirked back and the elder and replied, "Nae, Relin, but whatst would be your choice shoukd you have to choose between war and family?" "My dear, this war is for family."

 Sleipnir crossed his arms and tapped his chin in thought. Happy to hold his brother's hand when he offered it, it was almost natural to hold hands like this where ever they went. At the question, he was a littke caught off guard, but hastily replied, "Off course! Where else would we be? I want to stay with Daddy and Father and you forever!" He huffed at Skylark's silliness to even think otherwise, returning his attention back to Daddy, "Maybd0e we can make a story about Daddy and Father! Like...the princesses and knights in fairy tales!"