But there was one thing weighing heavily upon his mind, and that was the watchful eye of Mapplethorpe. He wondered if the man trusted him, or perhaps it was simply a precautionary measure. If it was the latter, then Chulyin understood and could hope that, in time, the weight of his leader's yellow gaze could lift from his shoulders. But if it was the former, Chulyin needed to know why and how he could correct whatever grievous error he'd made. Maybe to some, Chulyin's ways were strange, but he took his duties seriously. His displays of affection towards his sister upon his meeting of her had been based on nearly two years of estrangement, something uncontrollable. Even if he'd tried to constrain himself...But the moment was past now. She was his queen once more and Mapplethorpe the queen's consort. He would respect and obey them both...But he could only hope that he'd one day be able to have the trust and respect of the consort.
As the sun began to set on the day, Chulyin rested outside his own den site, perched upon the rock that served as a protective entrance. He didn't frequent the small space much, preferring to sleep right outside of it, out of the grip of the wind, but not choked by the tight space. He was not far from the sleeping quarters of his sister, which was quite how he preferred it. What kind of knight would he be if not within range of the one he was sworn to protect? The sun reached the horizon and began to darken the lands. When the sun had disappeared, he would wander to the borders and tread along them until his eyes were heavy with sleep. But until then, here he would perch, thoughtful and watching. <b style="color:#a51919">