“You did not show at the fortify meeting, yet you expect a mission?” Caleb felt scolded, his brow furrowed as he eyes watched Deimos's lips move. At the same time, Caleb felt as if he had gotten away with murder. He hadn't just missed a fortify meeting, he had missed three and a half seasons. He was not scolded on that, but he was scolded for missing one meeting? The lack of logic there made him wonder, but he would vocalize none of his thoughts.

          Henrietta yearned to say something along the lines of "I told you so," but she held her tongue. In retrospect, what she had offered for him to say would most likely have been the better option, but Caleb was not known for always choosing the best option. The dark king was not finished however, and his voice graced Caleb's audits once again. Caleb was expected to do his duties, but he had missed nearly a year and did not even know if he was still part of this herd. If he didn't even know if he was still a Basiner, how was he expected to know if he was still a warrior, or more specifically, what his duties are?

          Pale stars began to slide into their proper places as the sky darkened increasingly each minute. The blueness had seeped from the day, faded into a muted burnt umber and night had arranged herself around us. Things cooled down, the evening stained and dyed purple and navy. Sunsets were just Sun God's fiery greetings to the Moon Goddess and all her wonderful, mysterious, darkness.

          Caleb looked upon the Lord, silverish-steel eyes brimming with newfound determination. His voice became a webbing made of hundreds of radios that played silence on an infinite loop; Caleb was quiet now. The Lord was shorter than the hybrid, though Caleb did not doubt him. Deimios looked like a warrior to Caleb, from the way he held himself to his lengthy rule over the Aurora Basin. With no reason to doubt him, Caleb took his word as law and his questions as trial. Caleb was ordered to survey the 'new lands'. The Beast and bonded had not visited any of the new lands and had little idea as to where they lay. Why had no one patrolled them recently? Again, the stag was left wondering.

          “When you have accomplished this, I may consider granting your request.” Deimos telling Caleb to patrol was enough to get him to do it, but the added bonus of a possible mission ignited his desire to patrol further. A strange sense to prove himself to the king washed over him. Perhaps he desired to prove that his wings made him no less or that he had potential and ability to follow orders above and beyond. Or perhaps he wanted to no longer feel like a scolded child. With a curt nod of his crowned cranium, Caleb lips ushered forth two words before turning to leave in order to complete his assigned duties. "Yes, sir."