It seemed the company gathered in loose configuration was in a similar situation as to his own, the difference of meaning present behind more rudimentary celebrations and the purpose of prior home enough included the speaker. Lacking the knowledge with which to educate son alike his own baseline upon the day as a whole, may well further stunted due to lack of prior preparation. Befitting their culture as it was pressing other matters, the first Salvia had heard that which piqued interest.

Prior activity was rather readily abandoned, the futile attempts staged to capture the few lightning bugs that flitted about among moths that swirled about artificial light, nothing but a distraction. Looked upon the cheetah with her adornments, again the quiet pondering over their origin and purpose, reverence slow to grow yet apparent in roving eyes looking to each in turn. From thoughts had Salvia been startled when another approached, recognition difficult for a moment when obscured features beneath angelic based mask. Easy the smile that curled lips edges, voice ringing forth and clearing confusion, closer drawn the cub with the realisation.

Intersected his progression, however, slight the figure she cut but only so far did such extend, presence of a note that made her rather impossible to ignore. So too the avian before her, vocalisation seeming to carry no en, cause lost as continued his own steps. Beside Aurum did he finally drew to a halt, silent for a moment for his own questions had been voiced already, except one as it were.

"What do you mean by… Thinning of the veil." Unheard of such concept, nor the fact it may grow insubstantial to such a degree as to necessitate recognition, nor the celebration Aurum spoke of. It was a particular word of Sophiea that caught his attention above all else, more mischievous the grin he turned to his father. "You're a knob," light hearted the words, thought a correct observation stated by other before gaze turned once more to Sophiea, a tad too late the question he asked now once he had revoiced her remark. "What is a knob."

"Tradition…" The word settled against the curl of his tongue with a gentle weight, familiar if only in fleeting sense. Passage time conducted with no care for those beneath its whim drew ever closer the days of proper tutelage, though such may not undermine the lessons conducted on the culture he upheld by simple decree of his birth. In passing brought up that surrounding the masks, made more pleasant pass time for the basis of how one went about claiming their own, bypassed the purpose pertaining to battle.

Better he knew not of such, the atrocities war had left behind in wake of such cruel savagery a subject best visited upon when matured the mind, such no nightmares but that he may handle and understand.

Chin lifted as another question arose to lips, away was it brushed, however, at the remark spoken beneath breath, exact words indecipherable a small comfort. Their end brought with it a gentle touch, encircling the tufted length of tail Salvia turned to, repressed the desire to shift away from the touch. Soon comfort grew he with how it rested, a slight weight made apparent only as the fine strands at its end grazed his side, once more regarded Aurum as he spoke. Maintained the expression adorning upturned visage as gentle words lead into query, the brief twist of lips wishing to turn down all that betrayed.

"I'm sorry, I won't." Faux the smile he offered before away did his vision slide, fixated on the earth between paws into which claws worked, confusion giving way to disappointment. Known of words he may not speak, when necessary a point made of this on the basis he understood, first slip up not given the to settle and act as a lenient lesson.