The Sentinels they picked up our trail

you are NOT and i love you too <3

he had not been expecting to bring his brother, but ford's heavy tread sounded soon thereafter, followed by a nudge. velen opened his eyes, offering a low rumble of welcome. "i was thinking about our mother," he murmured in answer to ford's unspoken question.
deirdre — velen did not think she would ever return to donnelaith, even to walk a last time among the downed boles of what had once been great trees. likewise, the mayfair-cairn did not believe he would see his mother again. at least in this life.
it was not grief that tempered him now, merely a deep solemnity. he fell silent, wondering if ford would answer or simply stand close in knowingness.