D E A T H
Quiet.
That was what he'd first noticed when they disembarked Beholder and came unto the world itself. How quiet it was. Not charted upon any star maps, no name to speak of, they had no clue what they were walking into, only that scans indicated it was indicative of life. Standard gravity, standard pressure, breathable atmosphere. From space it had seemed verdant, yet with varying climates. A desert to one side, a strange coloured surface elsewhere, but plenty of greenery.
He'd set them down among the latter.
Birds called in the trees above, creatures chittered and chattered, croaked and chirped, but all of it was natural. No soaring speeders or descending crafts, no muffled sentient voices, just... Life.
Arcturus' hand reached out, and effortlessly slid into Ishani's. No Station, no student, no tasks to complete, no studies... Just the four of them: a family.
Eloise and Marcus had begun to inspect their surroundings almost immediately, though they didn't stray far from their parents at all. Hesitant, but curious, they stooped down to smell flowers and to watch as critters hopped about and crawled up leaves. For his part, Arcturus said nothing.
He just breathed it all in.