Hushed Willows ho-ho lunges for the pie.

He was no more settled into the situation by the time her attention spearheaded right for him in full, and though his ears remained tucked back to signal his trepidation, he listened hard to the barrage that followed. 

Which.. it swiftly unfolded unexpectedly--she was looking for Pippin and Silas. His blood ran cold then, eyes wide, spurred first by the dread of recollection--that he would wait for them to send word, return, or otherwise. That had been years ago. He had lost count many moons since, and life had chewed him up and spit him out since. Thankfully he had inevitably come full circle and returned to where he had been abandoned. Ah, uh, yeah.. Why was his throat so dry? He was processing this carefully. Being so far gone from all of the family left him feeling strange to be faced with it so suddenly. She was a sister he knew nothing about.. except for everything she hit him with here, right in front of him.

I'm Silas, he awkwardly puttered when he felt that maybe he could get a second to get it out of himself. She was a lot of words.. and a lot of memories and confusion all coming at him fast. It was nothing against her, or maybe more towards what she represented--that his parents had reunited, somewhere at sometime, and that he had more siblings, and that maybe they had all gone on to live a happy fulfilling life separated from him and his. Did they ever look back and wonder of him..? But, too, he wanted to be happy. They lived! So I'm your brother.. but I don't know where Pippin went, he went on with before she could fully explode into rambling again. Why are you searching for us?