And just like that, Galad was gone. He barely waited for Jack to turn his back before he slipped away. He'd heard adults in his life threaten things like that before, those severe disciplinary actions should he misbehave. But in Galadari's experience, adults rarely if ever actually followed through with their threats.
Besides, Galad wasn't some dog to be ordered to stay. He was the heir of Bymarka. He would go as he pleased.
On light feet, still feeling the residual elation from the flight, Galad made his way back to the tower. When he arrived, he let out a whistle that Gil and he used when there was trouble. A warning trill to hide. He added a major key to it to let his brother know he was unharmed, but then repeated the hiding sequence.