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Gabriel had observed in other cases where the adult B'alam had an easier time learning and improving on how to fly. It wasn't long before many of them were gliding as if they had been experienced in it. This was a relief. There were other matters to attend to today. The fact Marie would likely have wanted him to help guided his actions now, however, he did not want this to become an all night ordeal.

The air seemed to change in tune with the rapped beating of wings to his side, and now front. Gabriel spared only a moment's glance to the tahtil as she speed ahead. A competitive spirit? His pace remained constant. Each beat of his massive wings remained the same as he continued forward.

Despite the weaver granting a certain set of knowledge upon awakening, he doubted the nahtil knew where they were really going. Beyond that gaping maw of rock was a vast cavern with carved structures and spires (still a work in progress, but progress was being made day by day). The floors and even some of the walls were like a maze of building made of rock, some nearly the same as the next. There was a grand pillar, massive in size, toward the center of the entire cave (still a great distance from the entrance), and though its appearance was grand it was almost foreboding in a way.

There were also several exits along the walls. Some appeared as dots along the vast cave, as if the cave itself had it's own set of constellations. Not as spectacular as the night's sky, but still a sight to behold.

Gabriel said nothing as he flew forward at his own pace. Perhaps, as Gabriel saw it, common sense would come as quick to her as flight had...

Gabriel continued at his own pace. There was no rush to their destination and Gabriel did not fancy games at the moment. He never was one for spontaneous games.

The cave was under construction at this point. There was an earth Magus that showed up occasionally to shape the rocks as directed by Gabe and occasionally Chronos. Slowly but surely the kingdom was taking shape.

Their destination was a clearing just outside the vast area of the "castle" in the center of the cave. Gabriel angled his wings downward and begun to descend toward a large flattened rock.

He glanced toward Midna to see if she was following... and to see if she was ready to try and land.

Gabriel watched carefully while Midna made her first land. Should anything happen he wanted to be ready to make a quick save. His frame hovered in place, his wings beating in what appeared to be backwards strokes, while he looked on silently. It appeared as if she had the hang of it. It was instinct after all. The weaver would not weave a soul into being without these basic necessities.

Once it appeared as if she had the hang of it Gabriel angled his wings downward and made his own speedy decent. Within moments he was on the ground a slight distance behind Midna. Despite his great size his decent seemed almost silent.

Once on the ground his wings folded tight against his frame and he made his approach to the Nantil.

"This spot is easiest for a first time landing." Gabriel responded simply. "You are free to explore more of this cave if you would like. However, the inner walls of the castle are off limits."

While he mentioned the castle he gestured with a wing to the large pillar that stood in the center of the cave. This, of all the structures, had taken on more of a unique shape than the rest of the buildings. The spire in the center of the castle reached all the way up to the top of the cave. It appeared as if it were merged with the ceiling. Dim lights flickered within small angled openings in the rock above, as if the rocks has managed to hold captive dim starlight from the sky outside.

"This is my domain, as magus of the Dark Tribe I am charged with leading and protecting my kin and those who wish to reside within my walls. You are welcome to remain here if that is your wish, but know that I will not tolerate anyone who wills harm upon my family."

The word 'family' was heavily implied to be more inclusive than just his literal family, which, was at the moment was just his beloved Marie. Anyone who wished ill upon his Yoliliztli was already dead in his eyes.

Gabriel remained silent as Midna rambled off on a various amount of topics. It was well within her right to be in wonder of such a new place. He had seen many awakenings and many were stunned. All showed it in their own way.

When his name was disputed he only have her a cold glance. His crimson eyes narrowed a little, but still he said nothing to her. It was something others had called him, something he had introduced himself as often.

Finally when she had made her declaration to stay, Gabriel nodded. It was her choice. The decision was a favorable one. The tribe would be more lively with more inhabitants running about with their trade.

"My tribe is my family." He corrected her. Though, yes, he did have a soul-bound family and some cubs whom he did find more endearing than anything else. That tid-bit was something for another day. Perhaps a question someone else would by chance answer. Gabriel was not one for idle chit chat.

"May you be well." Gabriel spoke his farewell before turning about face and launching himself from an elevated rock. She seemed capable enough to find her way around.

Carmilla had little adventure as of late. Her project of overseeing the castle's internal endeavors had been something that had lacked grabbing her interest. The one thing she had found she liked to watch within the castle was not present. A pity.

With a long sigh she glanced out over the lower levels of the city. It appeared as if there was the normal quiet and uneventful going on down there. The subtle glow of the luminescent fungi lining the walls were still in the same pattern as they had been before. Beyond the courtyard of the castle the Theater was quieter than it normally was. Carmilla had noticed the lack of the wind and dark b'alam coming and going. They must be up to something.

"hmn?" She hummed as something caught her eye.

There was something new, or rather, someone new to the caves! Immediately she watched Gabriel bring a nantlil new to the tribe into the courtyard. Carmilla watched the brief interaction before their Lord flew off and away. Probably to spend time with his mate. She scoffed inwardly. Well, he wouldn't have time to give a new comer a tour. And- Carmilla smiled inwardly. Her outer composure remained regal and calm.

Once the other nan took off Carmila took flight as well. Her wings stretched wide while she lept from the balcony and glided forward with elegant ease. Once the nan made her landing, Carmilla circled around and made her own not too far off from the Tahlil and the Nan.

"Here is a face I have yet to know." Carmilla spoke with a soft breath. Her voice was soft as silk and as sweet as honey. Her posture held a regal stance to it while she stood and waited for a response. This one was definitely new to the tribe.

Carmilla gave Mordrem a brief deathly glare, managing to convey deep rage and frustration through only her eyes. Her lips remained delightful as they had been when she was exchanging glances with the new Nan. How elegant this one was.

When her sights returned to Midna it was as if the anger had disappeared, or lingered upon the rude mushroom tender.

"Midna, A pleasure to meet you my dear." She merely nodded in a sweet greeting. Every movement Carmilla made was as elegant as silk, nothing seemed out of place. It was almost hypnotic.

"My name is Carmilla, a personal assistant to our Lord." She hummed. "perhaps I can be of assistance? It would be nice to know the city, it would make it seem more home if it were familiar."

Carmella could already tell that, despite Midna's new presence, she carried herself very well. She was elegant, she was classy, and she would surely have a grand place within the tribe.

"Our Lord Gabriel. He is charged with watching over those in his domain. He may seem callous, but I can assure you, he is merely taking his job seriously. It is for the best for us, my dear." She hummed. "But that understanding will all come in time. Until than, I will help you assimilate, if that is what you desire."

Carmella smiled softly. A smile that could make the flowers bloom, or melt ice. Every word she spoke was sincere and almost its own melody. The other b'alam was left unnoticed. If he dare try anything, she knew she could always bring it up with Gabriel...