The disgruntled faces present at the meeting had Kaj scoffing internally. Of course they do not blame Archibald, it is always I who is demonized for my actions. But there were faces of contemplation, and further characters that still remained loyal at his side and in his heart. Cirrus one of them, returned from his sudden disappearance, reigniting feelings Kaj had buried deep. His head was not so crowded and filled with emotional cobwebs as it had been before Miykael had aided him, but he was no robot. He could not deny that somewhere in his heart he was...fond of her. For he was too hesitant to utilize any other word regarding the situation. His eyes had danced across Brisa for but a moment at that train of thought, for she was still his dear friend. He had not taken off the necklace she'd made him, after all. But he didn't know what else to do, what else to say that had not already been said. He had failed her in a lot of ways, but he was not ready to risk unblocking any memories just yet. Or maybe he was simply the coward she'd claimed him to be, after all.

The eyes that catch and hold purposefully on his own are Aaron's, and the Czar smiles warmly to himself at the sight. A tiny dip of his muzzle - understood - and the meeting moves onward. 

Kaj has not spoken to Aaron in far too long. His brother in arms - the only brother still standing at his side, always drawn back no matter how far he strayed sometimes. They had made it through rough times, especially considering they'd all but hated each other for the first few seasons of their relationship. Kaj knew that no amount of silence would ever break their bond, but that it was time to reunite and speak once more. It was a relief. The world had grown cold and closed around him, his friends few and loved ones fewer. They left and disappeared onto the horizon while he remained, steadfast and rooted to the land beneath him. Always waiting. But they never returned. 

Aaron had returned. And so as the meeting dwindles and they excuse their members to their duties, Kaj glides down the slope on pale wings, seeking out his brother's face in the shifting throng of departing denizens. He is a familiar form, and Kaj lands on a hard stride, wings folding and smile creasing his face as he approaches. "Hallo, broer," he rumbles happily, the language close enough to the Helovian dialect that he is sure Aaron will understand. Especially since Kaj had been calling him brother in his tongue for many years. Muzzle extends without hesitation towards Aaron's, seeking a companionable bump. "Have you been well? We haven't spoken in far too long." They would have to rectify that tonight. 

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