Kestrel's moods have been mild in these passing months. The Kormadians have been lucky thus far, but their luck is beginning to run out. While disaster on the part of Omicron has been averted thanks to Kestrel's interference, a new disaster is lurking, and it is one even Kestrel himself cannot undo. At most he could alleviate the stresses resulting from it, but to stop it fully and completely, Kestrel would have to sacrifice himself.
     And everyone knows that would never happen.
     Not unless the Kormadians found a method by which to hold him to such a demand.
     A demand that would force him to halt Prime's changing state of matter.
     The first pulse of many has begun, and Prime's rays are growing in heat and intensity. Daylight hours are increasing, and light levels are doing much the same. Some of the weaker equines have already become blind, for their sensitive eyes cannot handle the increased light intensities. The star has taken on a reddish tint in the sky these days. The global temperature on the Equine planet has increased by a full degree, a tentative step toward disaster in itself.
     But for now, the Kormadians have noticed little, for Prime's steady transformation into the red giant phase of its life cycle has only just begun. For now, the equines will notice only a slight increase in temperatures and therefore a decrease in snow in the coming winters, and with a mild drop in the water levels of the shallow seas covering Kormada. The air is more humid and moist, but not in an uncomfortable way.
     For now, Kormada seems to be doing good for the equine inhabitants.
     For now, the planet is at last, paradise.