To fly, with help of wing or contraption, seemed a far thought, a dream concocted by the tired mind of the child, bound in gentle longing. They bore no wings to bare them into the sky, though to find such feathered appendages upon their back would likely only cause them to panic, another stress they would seek to end, left only in scars. Truly it might have been best they were not permitted the freedom found in flight, given the sky to wander as they were the earth, one made to have ground beneath them, to tend and care for the very earth itself.

Given time possibly the chance would arise, when all had settled and their mind was given a chance to recover from the static of too much thought, yet for now the cub wandered, lost in the sound, eyes downcast.

Art had taken to wandering the land about the observatory quite a bit in recent days, separating themself from all who called this place home, too many new faces present amongst the few familiar, an escape from it all even if for just a few minutes. Even this seemed hard to find, however, ears perking and swivelling forward as a voice rose, words familiar though nothing else about it was. Their head rose, attention settling upon the two figures, both unfamiliar to them, new faces which brought with them a bout of uncertainty.

Slowly the red toned lion approached, shuffling forward to stand by Ada, offering her a soft smile. Her words showed she was one of the Ascendent and with the questions already posed they kept their mouth shut for the time being, merely looking towards the stranger, unaware of her judgement upon the group.