~Zchadazar's presence flowed from room to room within His Sister's castle, seeming to be a fleeting flicker of darkness when He must cross area's less devoid of shadows.
He did not have to even manifest to know what goes on, but at times He enjoys a closer perspective.
He spied upon the Exalted within their chambers. Listened in upon Zephyr as he talked strategy to his command. He watched His Sister's grandson, Bright, make his way to the castles smithy to leave a note. He would have smiled, had His current form had lips. He spied upon Jaeden's other offspring as they slept or pondered of crafted. Many of them sometimes thought of the strange and enigmatic being that was Zchadazar as possibly being an Uncle...or Brother...
In some vague manner He was....
Yet He was not....
Few begin to even understand His relation to Jaeden. They were not siblings of flesh. They were not even siblings of spirit.
They called each other Sibling because of their manner of Being. They simply Are.
When He was done wandering about and had seen what He wished to see Zchadazar simply was not there any longer. He simply stopped being...He had no use for a manifestation there any longer...He was where He needed or wanted to be....which was usually many places all at once.
Noone knew He had been there. Not Bright. Not Zephyr. Not anyone. Only Jaeden.
It was, afterall, Her Realm.~
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