Well, he had only started his prodding teases to determine the heart of the issue. If his son was showing true interest and yet failing to follow through, that was one thing. To simple admire without seeking, however, well, he remembered those days himself. Nothing wrong with enjoying the company of a beautiful creature simply for the sake of doing so.
The matter settled, he began to turn his thoughts to this famed adventure, but then- Ah. Well.
I'm quite afraid I've not heard from either of them, not your mother or Leafy, he said, and there was a resigned sort of sorrow in his words. It had been so long; he was convinced they had retreated into their own territories. It was, perhaps, all the more insulting that their own personal territory resided here in Rhyandrithae, almost within the haven of Sionayra itself, rather than in a separate realm as his own did. As theirs did.
Mother hasn't met our new circlemates, yet, and they've been with us for... he paused, calculating, and finished in the only manner he knew how, oh, about six sky fluctuations, now.
It was something that so few stopped to consider; the sky breathed. It wasn't easy to explain to others, but he'd been seeing to the fluctuating cycles of atmospheric pressures and the different balance of heat and gasses for their entire lives, so perhaps that much at least had managed to rub off on them.
It had been almost that long since he had last seen them, too. It was such a shame, the way life had to usher them onward, away from one another. But then clouds that drifted apart would often come together again for a memorable storm elsewhere.
Unfortunately I don't believe either of them will be able to join our adventuring escapades, he told them with a sad smile. But I'm still more than willing, myself, if you'll both still have me along?
OOC| No worries, lovely, I had my own issues crop up, remember?
