Attikias did his best as the head of the family. He doled out chores, certainly did a lot of his own, kept the clan fed- all that jazz. But, sometimes, he needed a break, and a little bonding time.

So, when he asked if Astéri wanted to have a nice day together, one thing led to another, and they were on the beaches of Leo with a basket of food in the elf's hands. He'd done his best to not pick at it the whole way over, even if it was mostly just dried meats and a salad. The salad was more for himself- but Astéri could always have some, if he'd decided he wanted to deal with the stomachache that came with an obligate carnivorous system. But, hey, that's why he brought extra deer.

The blanket over his shoulder was useful while they moved through Ursa to keep them warm. Well- mostly Astéri, as Attikias was utterly overheating in his winter jacket right now. He should've taken a break to take it off, but now he was stubbornly committed to keeping it on until they stopped. It wasn't that bad, he'd told himself.

Okay, no, it was hot. As they'd descended to the beach, Attikias slowed to a pause on the sand, letting out a warm breath. "Can you find a place to put the blanket?" His head turned down to his son as he set the basket and blanket on the sand, shrugging off the top layer of his clothes. "Maybe an overhang?" Even if the caves were a bit colder, it was still warm in Leo, enough to take off his shirt, if he wanted to.

Maybe. He probably would, knowing himself, if the shade wasn't too cool. Still, it'd be good to get out of the light. The elf pondered this as he looked up to the ceiling, shielding his eyes from the glare of the lights. "Pick out wherever you want, spark." His gaze dropped and he smiled down, folding the jacket over on one arm.