Adius had had another dream about Justin a few nights ago, though he couldn't remember the details, and it was very faded. It hadn't been as... explicit as the first, but it was still intriguing to him nonetheless, and it honestly felt intrusive. Why did he dream of them, of all people, and why now? He chalked it up to possibly a foreign invader, something so outside of his realm that his mind has to come to terms with it in unconsciousness.

  Of course, it wasn't dissimilar to him using his empathic senses on Justin, he thought.

  Even though things were simmering down inside the kingdom, on the outside, it was yet another overcast day. While Justin socialized and made the best of things, Adius could not for the life of him shake the awkward feeling he had. He cooped himself in his bedroom, not looking forward to when they came back.

  It was superstition that dreams had a prophetic quality to them. He had never believed it, just like luck. You either succeeded or failed based on the work you put into something. Adius looked out the window at the leaves bellowing past it, and it gave him something to do: write. Since he was little he had always had a soft spot for writing poetry. Simple lines with ideas. Sitting at his desk, he jotted what came to his mind.

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Cannot feel the wind

Can't feel the rain or cold

The trees sway the day away

There weren't many words to be told

  He sighed and stared at the most bland poem in existence. He could write better than that. He thought of his immortalized idol, Asher, and rambled up lines.

A rabbit's foes and woes are not succumb to

Greatness of just one of a sum who

Bring peace to the greater good—

  He stopped as he realized, and he was struck with self discipline. Adius considered why he was wrought with boredom in the first place. It could have been Her Grace relieving him of his duties all those days ago. Or could it have simply been the weather... No.

  How dare he be so neglectful towards himself. With determination, he walked out the door into the gathering with all of the others. He needed to catch up with Justin.

  He couldn't act like he was little anymore. He needed to act.