The Sentinels mother earth and father time

The blonde kid was a real delight with his standoffish behavior and melancholy responses. He almost laughed at the responses that were provided to Lionel’s question, but managed to keep a tight lid on his desires to openly mock the stranger they’d found. It had seemed as though Sonder was going to trail off in his speculations on when the forest had caught fire and when it might return, but he seemed to cut his sentence and inquire as to whether the brothers knew anything about it.
 
Knaven was inclined to lie. He didn’t owe this little golden fellow anything, and it would have been fairly entitled of them to have played the game up until that point and then revealed that their parents had lived beside the sea and in the forest respectively, that their mother had been there when the forest had burned. “Naw, don’t know anything about it. You think there were any packs here when it happened?” the druid asked, knowing the implications of such a question.
 
Surely, it wasn’t just the shrubbery that was decimated in the heat.