Ngao was a little lost.

Not in a physical or literal sense, as he found the rogue lands to be very straight forward and easy to navigate. Flying made that a lot easier, he supposed, but it was also just his constant wandering that made him more than familiar with this particular stretch of land.

Mostly, he was just not sure what to do with himself.

He had no worries, no family beyond his siblings and parents, who were all engaged in their own lives and he found himself without a place in them. He was just waiting for something, anything, to happen to him. But maybe that was his problem. It was like he expected something of the world, something owed to him, to put him on his path. Yet nothing had ever told him such a thing would happen.

Frowning about this, he padded along his normal walk, floating stones rotating around his head as they were wont to do. He barely paid them attention, these days, though when he made the mistake of leaving them out when mortals were around it always warranted some questions. Not that he had answers. They were just... there. They had always been there. They helped with his wards, but he never used them. So they were just a cool party trick, until he hid them in his very fluffy mane.

Maybe he could find something to distract himself with. He always hated when he got too into his own head, and he knew he just needed something to draw his focus.