The White Prince had found himself deep in thought as of late. He couldn't tell if the war that had happened was for the best, tearing Tarben down a notch, or if it was all pointless. Amberbjorne themselves had lost a few good souls that day, all due to Phobus' betrayal. His betrayal to his family, to his home, and especially.. to Demius. The crowned Prince lately had kept looking back to when the duo was growing up, fighting the world together. He had thought back then that they'd been abandoned, that they'd been cast off due to greed, to selfishness. But that hadn't been the case. Once they'd gotten back to Themis, she'd told them she'd never meant to abandon them, and their whole life they'd been thinking wrong and holding a grudge. Of course, Demius believed her. She was trustful, she hadn't lied. Yet.. Phobus saw it differently. They'd never be able to see eye to eye on this. Deep down, he missed the bond he'd had with his brother, but that bond could never be sewn back together. No, the bridge was burned.

At the sound of his mother's calling, the Prince stood from the rock he'd been sitting on, the one that he'd brought Yesimire to when they'd started their courtship. Thinking of her brought warmth to his heart, and he knew she was longing for children. He figured now would be as better time as ever to give her exactly what she wants. She'd been a rock for Amberbjorne over the last season, and now.. it was his turn to be her rock. He began to bound towards the heart of Amberbjorne's territory where their main camp was set up. When he arrived, he saw his mother, now decked out with some flowers all around her, as well as her normal sunset pelt, and Mabbit at his place next to her. His gaze lowered as he saw Yesimire at her place, and he made his way over to her quickly, rubbing his cheek upon hers in greeting. "Hello my love." He murmured to her softly, taking his place next to her. He noted a few new faces, which turned out to be Eve's children. Amberbjorne was growing in size.

As he glanced up at his mother, he noted something a tad bit different about her. Was she.. pregnant? He would have brothers and sisters? A smile broke out on his face but he kept it to himself. She would likely announce this during the meeting. The White Prince then turned his gaze upon Yesimire once again, leaning into her and bringing his maw close to her audit. "My love, you've been ever so patient with me during the last few months. I was curious if you'd be interested in a stroll after this meeting, there's something I'd like to ask of you." He whispered to her, pulling his face away and gazing at her, ruby eyes locked upon her lavender orbs.