His smile lit up his usually so serious face. Aethra was little older than Eris, and no matter who had given birth to her, she would always be like a daughter to him. His arms wrapped around her in turn, lending her his strength as he chuckled at the age old joke, a hand coming up to rest against the back of her head. It seemed that it was now that everyone was rejoining his little part of the world, and it was just as well. He could hardly cope with another day without them all.
Faelyn held her for a long moment, as long as she needed, for in truth he needed just as long. It was a rare thing for him to cry, but there was a slight mist to his eyes when she did pull away.
As I've missed you, my dear girl.
Faelyn held her for a long moment, as long as she needed, for in truth he needed just as long. It was a rare thing for him to cry, but there was a slight mist to his eyes when she did pull away.
Look at you. You haven't aged a day. Would you rather sit in here or out in the greenhouse? It's a far cry from Silas', but still beautiful none the less.
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