Abraham moved towards the Rotunda, tail flicking behind him gently. The remaining amulets tapped against his neck, and he knew his quest as almost complete. Soon, he would have magic running through his veins, heightening his prowess and dominance. Gwyneverre flew above him, clicking her approval at his dark and wondrous thoughts. She was powerful as well, her fire burning deep and long, unmatched in the face of battle. Her wings beat gloriously, sending her towards the roof of the Rotunda. Here, she had played and hunted on the stained glass. This would be a place she would always remember, just as it would be a place Abraham would always remember. With ease, the behemoth stepped up the stairs, mismatched eyes darting around. He and his bonded were alone, but the scents that mingled in his nostrils made his face contort gruesomely. This place, once held in such high esteem in the young boy's mind, smelled of piss and blood--and not the familiar piss and blood of his brother. Abraham growled deep in this throat, circling the circumference of the structure. Putting his head to the side, Abraham spat.

The titan moved and descended the stops once more, moving towards the water that lapped at the grassed shore. It never ceased to amaze Abraham how different the world was. This water was different than the water on the Endless Blue, where he had received Gwnyeverre, and it was different than the water in the crimson pool in the Deep Forest. The son of hellion drifted into the water, fetlocks covered in the cool liquid and soaking into his majestic feathers. Lowering his head, the crowned prince dipped his muzzle into the water, refreshing his palette as he was unfortunately required to do so by nature. It was so tedious. Eating, drinking, shitting, all of it tedious, a waste of time on the young stag's mind. However, it must be done, and Abraham should not waste energy on dwelling on something he could not change. Lifting his head once more, the behemoth looked out across the pond, mismatched eyes dancing across the forest opening as streams of water trickled down his damp lips. With a snort, Abraham turned his muscled figure to move back into the Rotunda.

"Reginald." He spoke plainly, knowing that, in time, his brother would be at his side once more.