Drowz and Wulv exchanged a glance, their own expressions mirroring the gravity of the situation. Wulv nodded. "Please, let us know if there's anything we can do to help."
Zephyr inclined his head in gratitude, then turned to Terra. "Come with me, brother. Father will want to hear of this."
Terra stood, his footsteps now echoing with a strange heaviness, each one leaving a deep impression on the floor. Yet his face remained calm, eerily so, as if he were containing a storm within.
When they reached Ikem's quarters, the door opened before they could knock. Ikem, seated calmly with a drink in hand, looked as though he had been expecting them. Ursula was beside him, braiding his hair.
He sighed as he glanced at his sons. "I sensed a disturbance. What has you both so serious on this day of celebration?"
