[The silence is alright- Darkleer won't rush things. He knows that rushing doesn't always bring about the most honest answers. So he waits, watching as Dural takes to the skies and soars along on the winds. This really is a good place to have a conversation. The ocean's waves and constant chatter of birds helps fill up any silence that threatens to be awkward.]

[Summoner's fumbling, stuttering train of thought has him listen closely, and he can't help but smile fondly. What a trainwreck. A sweet, loyal, amazing and dedicated trainwreck.]

Always the general. Of course you wouldn't be yourself without that part of you.

It would be nice for us to be able to travel back and forth between our worlds, with Vatheon as our crossroads, always open for us... Zelda's dream certainly is a desirable one. We could use it to help bring your rebellion to fruition...

[The only problem is Darkleer isn't sure how much of a chance they have of such a thing occurring. A deep breath.]

But if we were ever forced to pick just one or the other... I'm not sure if I could go back to Alternia with you.