Pride stepped over to offer Azizos a gentle, almost absent, nudge of affection. He had not noticed the other's faint jaw tightening, but his son was quite fixed on this topic, and he himself remembered how disappointed--yet curious--he had been in some of its answers. The nudge was not sympathy so much as encouragement.
"Well, he said many things." The stag paused, remembering, and began to speak slowly. "He said that there are other places like ours, 'in a sense.' Though he did not clarify that. He said that they did not have Greater or Lessers, 'not in the way that you know.' So it may be as you say and the binding to stone and magic is us, and us alone. I do not know for certain. He said that it is the magical concentration that forms the difference between Lesser and Greater--between non-sentient, and speaking, magical beings. But he said there must be a large amount before it affects intelligence and speech. He said that we are not created, but that others are--I do not know what that means--and that fate exists, and always will. That we are not bound here, precisely, but that we are unable to leave; it is against the 'will of our fate' and it would be difficult to challenge destiny. I do not know what that means, but it may well be as you say, that we are in some way bound to stone and Spire. But the creature--the Three Kings, as it is called--it did seem encouraging at the idea of rising above what we are. I just could not find out how. I think we must simply better ourselves--but if finding a route out is what you wish to do, Azizos, then I will support you." He offered another nudge: solemn, affectionate. "I will support you in whatever you choose to do. If you go to meet this Dread, bring it either a meal--it eats meat, but likely too much for you to carry--or... 'shinies.' It sets a great deal of stock by attractive stones and baubles, I believe."
He leaned down, focusing on his magicka. His intent was to summon up a stone from the rock itself: a diamond, large and glittering. Instead one immediately grew around--and encased--one hoof, so that as he moved to step back, he found it quite trapped.
"...Not again," he sighed.