It wasn’t his name that was called from the wall but those of his leaders, though it still causes his ears to prick forward and his body to move towards the sound of a familiar voice using such formal tones. It doesn’t sit well with him, the way those words sounded in the air, as if they were the song of departure, and that it is the voice of his fellow Glazier sits restlessly within him as he walks towards the sound.

As usual, Kahlua has beaten him here, effervescent as usual as he breaks through the tree line to find not only Aaron but another mare he vaguely remembers from his first seasons here standing in the company of the Queen. He smiles, but only just so, the edges of the expression tinged with the worry he feels inside that all the glasswork is about to placed onto his shoulders. He wants to be brave and kind for his family here, even when he fears what is coming to pass.

Its not that he had known Aaron very well, this was true, but there was something about the painted stag that left him feeling as if he had met him years before arriving to Helovia. An ear flicks towards the Sunshower’s almost foolish question – a staggering thing to notice, really, as even inept Dragomir can tell that this is not simply the returning of one of their numbers to the Edge. No one wore such serious faces when coming home.

He stops a respectable distance from Kahlua and looks at his brother in the arts, unaware that they share more than just a passion for beautiful and useful things, but fully knowledgeable in the fact that this might be the last time he ever sees Aaron or his unknown lady friend again.

”They’re leaving, Kahlua,” he answers for her, looking over at his soft hearted Queen with a soft expression that mourns for the mind she never had and the friendships cut short by the departure of the pair before him, ”he’s come to say goodbye.” Its not said in such a way that states he knew it prior to seeing the solemn faces before him, but rather to ease the passage of words for those gathered to say farewell and also to put aside Kahlua’s wrong assumptions that this was a homecoming.

He’d worn that same face when he’d told his parents he was going out on his own, to find the life that lie hidden in the folds on the world outside their comfort and love. Perhaps Aaron and Kimber (though he still did not know her name) had found a haven to spend their remaining hours in, or perhaps he had been captured by the rapturous song of adventure as so many had been in the past. Dragomir did not know.

All he knew for certain was that change comes, endlessly – no one could avoid the pull of its gravity.