"As safe as can be," Azizos replied politely with a slight nod, smile curling his lip.

As Bolormaa began to acknowledge each question with --- what he assumed to be --- full transparency, the Morning Star idly scraped his hoof across the ground. Rounded ears arched forth to catch every answer given to his burning questions, learning a number of interesting things: magic awaits a simple touch before activating--- though it seemed to go dormant and become invisible even to detection; the pillar-ceremonies existed as tradition and celebration, though their magic seemed to boost the strength of life-giving magics, it seemed. Amplified them, perhaps, to a greater degree of success. A boon of fertility, were they capable of ordinary reproduction. Not that Azizos knew anything about that.

Few joys, back then? The lion-stag wondered idly, head turning to catch his father's own questions a bit more easily--- and the responses were... a bit troubling, weren't they? "He survives, yes--- survives what, exactly?" Azizos glanced down at his hooves, yet more questions rising to the forefront of his conscious. Tightening his mouth into a hard line, he focused on one, his prior thought: "I know you've told me not to worry, to live life as I already am, but--- what do you mean by having few joys, back then?"

A few more queries raged in his head, of course, but better to not ask them all at once, lest one be forgotten, hm?