The Sentinels mother earth and father time

"lionel."
sonder. he hadn't heard a name like that before; a similar smile touched his own handsome face before he moved to keep the boy between them. "how long do you think it's been since it's burned?" the yearling asked casually, though his own murkwater eyes danced with intrigue.
he and knaven knew, of course; hadn't deirdre told them the tale long and often? lionel knew all the names of the witchfamily who had once lived here, but they did not any longer. and yet he wanted to know if wandering golden sonder had heard the same tales.