"Ahh Bravad! It is good to see you!"

Tomas brightened somewhat when he saw his student was around. However, there was still a level of dejection to take note of on his expression. Tomas did try to hide it, but given Bravad had been around him a while he might pick up on the fact Tomas was putting on something of a brave face. Who knew how well it was working.

"I've been well...ok mostly just been trying to think on a new song. I've got a huge performance coming up soon but...the ideas are struggling to surface. But, don't worry! I've got it all under control!"

Tomas gives a small wink to seem more confident than he actually was. He was pretending right now, wearing a mask to hide how worried he truly was deep down. Something he tended to do a lot.

"There is...only one thing I can do...I will pay for what I did...even if it was influenced by that being...my hands are still stained..."

Tomas gripped onto his necklace, he knew that the price for his sin was great. And no doubt to undo it would come with great cost to himself. But, Tomas would do it because he was still himself. He wasn't going to run anymore from what was done to him.

(I will face you, I won't run anymore. You will not use me as your toy any longer. I swear this upon my soul that I will put an end to this or die trying. But, knowing you death isn't what you want for me.)

So with that final thought in mind, the bard went back. Back to the place where this all started, back to spot where all this horror began so long ago. The hedgemaze where he was ripped away from the realms. He had never come back here since...not once...

WIth chalk Tomas began to draw magic symbols upon the ground. Creating a circle around himself, he slowly made gestures while speaking out words with the tongue of the fae at its source. He was casting a rather complicated spell. Once the foundation was ready the bard lifted up his lute before then playing a song.

Music

Music has always been the source of a bard's power. Some even said music was the very first magic. Though, if that was true or not Tomas didn't know for sure. Eitherway in this moment this song showed the sadness that lay within Tomas. He would need to play this song for a while to create the effect he wanted. Thankfully most were away from this place right now, but anyone who know his playing would know it was him playing. No one else played music.

"Now, Spyro I told you before there is more to life than sheep punting. You also promised that you'd come for a lesson with me today. I was hoping that you would come. I prepared a whole moodboard for you. I waited too for half an hour and you weren't there. So, I came looking and this was where I found you."

Tomas looked the young purple dragon in the eyes to show how sad he was that he failed to keep his promise. They meant so much.

"Now, if I let you down will you come like you said you would? I have some magic to show you as well. But, that only will happen if I know you are still interested. Are you? I want to be sure."

Tomas was playing this up a small amount yet it was true that Spyro made a promise and promises were always important to Tomas.

"Now, why would I leave a young dragon to get himself into trouble why that would be a foolish thing to do would it not?"

Tomas had been watching this all play out from a safe distance away. Ramming into trees to get fruit? Such a simple means by which younglings tended to face their problems. How nostalgic. Reminded Tomas of his own youthfilled days. The bard got to much trouble himself, not less of which were pranks he pulled on bullies.

Yet, for now it appeared the youngling wanted some peaches. And despite that simple want Tomas was here to stop the youngling.

"You might think ramming that tree would get you those peaches. But, did you notice that where was alsot a beehive also upon that tree? Had to hit it as you intended to you likely would've gotten stung. When faced with problems you need to be smarter."

Tomas kept the youngling upside down as the bard played a tune upon his lute using his own tail to pluck at the strings. A small burst of power rang out as a fruit was simply plucked off by an invisible force and dropped to the ground. Tomas then smirked as if daring the youngling to guess how he managed to carry such a trick.

Song

“Just you wait Darius! My next performance will be a thousand times better than yours! You may think I didn’t notice that joke you snuck in there about bards. But, I did! I saw it! Calling my stories too overdone? Have you looked in the mirror lately? I could have sworn you used the same plot point in your last production. Honestly, calling me overdone? I mean, come on...”

Tomas didn’t really hate Darius, he was simply playing up the drama. Both dragons were lovers of attention. And nothing was more exciting than to see than a rivalry. It pushed Darius and Tomas to work harder, so that they could bring out the best in one another. Such determination could not be matched.

The main problem was, Tomas was stumped. He couldn’t think of anything. At times like this, Tomas would turn to Spyro or another for some help. No one was around at the moment though or was there?

"Oh my, however did that happen? I don't see any proof that it was me. You can't assume, it might be someone else."

Tomas smiled as he played a tune, totally not conjuring up another cake above Trondo which soon attempted to fall down upon the Peacekeeper once more. Tomas played it off like it wasn't him.

"Why, it must be raining cakes!"

“Of course I am, you big red dummy! I missed you!”

Tomas spun Red around a few times before snuggling up to him. It was like old times again, he could already feel nostalgia. Tomas did let go though, siunce he knew Red couldn’t take too much emotion.