The bay stalks through the treeline, his nightly rounds forever weaving through the borders. Killdare caresses the trees with each pass, scenting a few as he goes, their charcoal casings fading. The chamber was repairing rapidly now it seemed, perhaps the many new members were aiding it's life. Even still it might be attributed to the visiting fairies, and his Queen's new powers, but he didn't know for sure.
Instead of dwelling long on things he does not understand, he lifts his maw and continues on his path. The night is dark, the summer skies warm but without the twinkling spheres that commonly adorned it. He is a shadow among the darkness, creating his own threads through the pines, straying from the worn paths. The air is warm, thick, the summer heat having breached the forests borders. He isn't surprised, though it is no less uncomfortable.
Overhead the ravens caw, they are many now, fueled by magic. They greet him from the treetops, or he likes to think they do and he returns a grunt in their direction. He stops momentarily to check on the sprout, the seed they were gifted had began to break through the earth, a tiny thing still. He checks over his shoulders, looking once to the left, then again to the right. Deciding he is alone, he croons softly to the seedling, a gruff but smooth baritone. He finishes and moves along, hoping that the roots will take and all their work would be fruitful.
Killdare is thinking, perhaps too hard, watching the ground as he walks. His seaglass glare falls over whisps of spider's silk, strewn across the lichen and forest floor. He follows the form as the tresses end leading into the sunlight chassis of Engelsfors, he had never seen her dirty that he could recall. Her face was trackmarked, lines of saltwater glinting at the corners of her eyes, the evidence leaked on her face. In one movement, perhaps as graceful as he had ever been, he lowers his mass to the ground giving her little choice in the matter. His neck hooks to turn his crown before it lays across her neck, and he is silent...
Dutiful Soldier|Captain of the Chamber