Echos

Yes, elderberry. Faelyn knew very well that they were a favorite of hers and had made a point of having them made the night before. That, along with the small custard and fruit tarts that were awaiting Cian's arrival home, not that they needed to wait very long for such a thing. There was a warm, rich laugh as he turned around and watched Athera launch herself at her father as he entered into their little cottage. 

Faelyn leaned himself against the edge of the couch, his smile bright and giving him crow's feet with the way he lit up. Welcome home, sweet one. He knew in the back of his mind that he would need to draw him a bath, or at the very least a cloth, basin, and a change of clothing. Faelyn was somewhat unsurprised that he'd been close to the fires, most of the free marches were once large swath of flame at that point; part of him wondered if he should have sent Cian along with his fireproofed robes next time he went...