Deepwood Weald Everything not lost.

meh, this thread'll make up for it

Marruz heard it first. The voice of broken glass, hurtling shard after shard of his past through his audits. The blood that first drummed at the beating of his legs now drummed for reasons he could not explain (or, perhaps, truly could). In one, jarring halt, his spindly legs quivered like arrows into the blanketed earth. Two ears perked, alert, and then that indigo orb came swinging round.

So, he thought with an inward sigh, it begins. And he did not hesitate any longer. Immediately, he pressed through the willowy copse with the aptitude of a snake, weaving and gliding along the shadows. His exterior relayed nothing of the millions of bees swarming throughout his mind; his chest.

When he first spotted his brother, he could not help but loosen a smile upon his lips. No, no - this was no smile of relief or elation. Not love or excitement. Indeed, it was a triumphant smile; a smile of one who had found the treasure first. He warded away thoughts regarding how his sibling may have changed, what hardships he may have faced. All he summoned was his height as he approached, stopping many paces away so that his eyes were only small flames in the darkness. 

Marruz did not say a word, but his expression said it all. They were brothers, after all.