When his starry clad, now dracarae mother flew off to Drekistone, which would likely soon be their home, as much as Syrax wanted to watch, he knew he should not get involved. So, he followed that odd tug that started pulling at him just a few moments ago, rather than going to the meeting that his grandmother called. Syrax could manage his own. So, he flew towards that tug, to Wildflower fields, where he was met with several others, mainly females, who were looking at some flowers that appeared to...glow? But Syrax was more interested in everyone's unique pelts and appearances, that he sat towards the sidelines and let his emerald eyes wander over all the unique features of everyone showing up.

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