Keeping a track of his son’s whereabouts wasn’t…all that easy.
Of course, his child deserved his own privacy and freedom to roam the Kingdom as he pleased. As did everyone! He trusted, that despite the boy’s youth and thus recklessness in nature, he’d be safe. That however, did not mean that he worried any less. It was only natural for him to care for his family deeply in such a way, along with the task of running the city he could only grow protective of them. He didn’t exactly live under a rock when it came to the ‘issues’ this world faced regarding it’s wars and well, the other threat, Dinis.
Knowledge in this didn’t serve to offer him much confidence in keeping these people safe, and while he didn’t doubt his son’s ability in caring for himself (there truly wasn’t all too much else he could possibly be taught at this point), accidents still happened regardless. Still, he held faith that one day this earth would be truly at peace. Without such a belief, he wasn’t much use as a ruler let alone a father. And so he’d ensure that much, peace would be achieved.
The man strode through the courtyard, a curt nod to one of the guards and he was let past. Not that these people didn’t know who he was of course, and so raised his arm in an almost cheery wave to the guards as he moved onwards to the other side of the building and into another corridor. Heading in the direction of the library. It did good to read, and of late he’d made it a bit of a habit to go over some of the old texts that were kept there.
Turning a corner the man came to a stop, a broad grin stretching across his features as he nearly walked into his son. Instead, chuckling softly and patting the man’s shoulder in his amusement (if bumping into a family member could even be deemed a funny thing), “Ahh Altravon! It's good to see you!” he exclaimed and tilted his head, “I don’t suppose you could spare a moment to walk with me?” he indicated to the direction he was heading in with a nod before his attention returned to focus entirely back on his son. A polite sigh escaped him, before straightening himself up as he took a step forwards in attempt to regain his composure.
“I trust that you are well?” he commented, it was a good enough question as any. And from appearances, his son certainly didn’t seem immediately ill at least anyways.
The dragon prince had just arrived at the castle after his meeting with Dinis in the abandoned Bolivarian village when he nearly bumped into his father in one of the various corridors. During flight as well as while he was walking aimlessly, Altravon's thoughts were focused solely on his conversation with the half-breed. Humans would say that he was "running on autopilot." Dinis is a threat to this world, practically evil incarnate, yet I just had a conversation with him and allowed him to leave without at least trying to bring him down. were the basis of his thoughts. Then I must train harder, he decided, his brows furrowing in determination. I need to set my stubbornness aside an be worthy of inheriting the title of King. I must be able to defend this world, and that requires being able to match and best Dinis. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard his father's voice. He tilted his head up to meet Tralon's irritatingly cheerful gaze. Bastard always goes on about the kingdom, yet he never explained what I should be protecting it from, he remembered with a slight frown pulling at a corner of his mouth. "Father," he greeted and glanced towards where the king had gestured. The library? Maybe I can convince him to spill more on our history. "I don't have any impending duties. I'll come along," Altravon willingly agreed, taking a step aside to allow his father to lead the way. "I'm fine. Nothing much has been going on. Dinis's forces seem to be quiet for the time being." He paused, wondering why he hadn't brought up the fact that he had met the leader of their enemies just an hour ago. He also realized he was being a bit too curt with his father. If I want to improve my abilities, I need to remain on his good side. I'll show that there is still much more to teach me. "How are you and mother? We tend to be behind different closed doors. Is she still working on the forests?" he asked politely. Don't start brownnosing all of a sudden. It's too much too soon. the young man reminded himself. "And Anfang? We haven't visited the city together in a while. I'm sure it'll boost morale. They tend to get antsy when Dinis is quiet for too long."
notes: whew got to 400 xD poor tralon just being nice and al's like >:c