Dominant didn't MIND the darkness, actually he preferred it as a rule. More creatures got stuck in the tar when it was dark and that meant that he ate better than usual. But when it seemed to continue, he just had a strange nagging feeling that he really should be somewhere else.
When the first nudibranch showed up, he tried to eat it, only to find that was a truly terrible idea, so he gave up.
It was only when strange sounds started coming from the tar pit and the tar started to ooze up onto the shore further than usual that he was finally driven to leave, taking a break for a bit from the risky pits. Following the nudibranch he'd been trying to eat seemed like as good an idea as any, so he did, heading towards the glimmering grove at his absolute snails pace.
By the time he got there he was exhausted and lay down for a nap immediately.
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King had been in a really genuinely good mood for a little while. Autumn had arrived and with it his leadership of the tribe. However, this year it was looking like it might be different. There was a very real possibility that he'd managed to succeed in something he'd been dubious was ever going to happen again, his body giving every indication that he and Fair were finally going to have another clutch. They'd just had to switch who did the carrying the things around.
Of course, right after he'd realised this fact, the light in the world had gone out completely and left King with the nagging and irrational suspicion that this might actually have something to do with him. Even if it didn't, he had every responsibility to investigate, the fairy tribe had a culture and history steeped in rituals regarding the death and rebirth of the sun and he couldn't simply sit around and wait to see if it resolved itself.
So he headed out in the direction of the location that the magic seemed to be flitting towards, his markings glowing like brilliant eyes in the darkness.
He strode into the clearing with confidence and immediately found himself faced with a small and eager Acha who declared that they would bring the light back together.
He set his mouth in a concerned line. Mortals generally weren't supposed to interfere in the cycles at all.