Jealousy brought severe actions, yet the thought that faes came here alone for the specific reason pleased the light storm hued stag. Nadav looked nothing of his lineage, except for maybe his grandmother his mother so fondly spoke of. Now, the time had come to reach for a heir of his own, just has his parents had done for him. It had been a long road to follow, but it was once more time to spread their line. Didn't his parents deserve to see grandchildren?
Shimmering stormy hues danced across the water as he spotted perfection, an ebony fae, a bit older than the ones he had spotted at Alaknanda. It was best to finish things and move on. Nadav finished his work as soon as he began and stood at her side, looking to her deep, wise orbs. "Greetings, miss," he said softly. "I'm sorry for the disservice, but you do know how the youth need to spread their lines.." Nadav tried to smile, totally nervous.