Meadowlark Prairie what was and what shall be again

Easily did she go into an embrace, one that seemed to still them both if only for a moment. He had wondered after her for a time, before things became all-consuming and then it had been a fleeting moment here and there. It was comforting to know she had survived, that she still lived, and once more he listened in as she spoke of where she had been in all the time that had passed them.

Diaspora—Mahler's pack. He knew a bit of them, if only from what Hydra had shared with him. His ideals, his wants, and how they had aligned with her vision. A different canvas but similar strokes; he hadn't met him first hand, but now he wondered of him more and what that would mean knowing Nyx was among them. But more pressing was the topic that she broached after.

"You went to see Mother?" His tone was light, bordering that of incredulous whispers. Genuinely surprised; he had not imagined her going back. "How was she, how were... things?" She was but a woman two years removed from his memory now and truthfully Dirge could not recall the last time he had wondered of her and the other two that made up their quartet.

More questions arose, off his tongue just as soon as they came.

"And our sisters... was Saor there?"