It had ended before it begun, really. Cas had hardly begun to know Elysium. Beyond a brief introduction the cave system they claimed as home, he knew little of their beliefs, what they stood for. He'd known only Her. It would take little convincing to make him believe that Sol'shira was indeed a goddess, he'd seen her among her incredible underground garden, amazed at how she cultivated and helped it to flourish.

Even that was gone now, along with all others who counted themselves leaders or followers. The caverns turned into nothing more than an empty maze. The plant life had died out, and soon the cozy home had become cold and unwelcoming, all other life fading away, disappearing, escaping. They'd stayed- she had stayed, and Casanova by her side- longer than the rest, trying in futility to keep the very last blooms from dying out. He'd begun to murmur soft pleas, eventually near begging Sol to let go. They could not survive there any longer, they had to move on, she had to move on. The magic was gone, the sanctuary was gone.

Moving on was easy enough for the violet hellion, he'd done it much of his life, a nomad more often than not, but it was clear the loss weighed heavy on his new companion. Still, he stayed by her side, urging her forward. "C'mon, Chickadee." He would murmur, pressing himself very gently against her side, offering to help shoulder her burden even as they trekked onward.

"We've got the whole world ahead of us now." Us, whatever that was really... He'd not exactly stopped to ask as Sol'shira watched her hard work, her very heart and soul be eaten away. Now wasn't the time, all that mattered now was to see that smile again. She could brighten a whole cavern when she did. "It's beautiful," The world, he meant, of course. "I'll show you the best parts of the Straits."

He wracked his brain as they moved, Sol setting their pace, though with some encouraging nudges from Casanova. He'd seen much of the Straits, and all he wanted now was to find her something even half as wondrous and beautiful as her garden, as herself.

"I know a place-" he blurted suddenly, head lifting, golden eyes bright and spaded tail swishing excitedly. "With the most beautiful forest of purple trees." Going there might mean again settling down, stopping the wandering. With Sol, he could do that.