The Sentinels mother earth and father time

just a trio of cool cats. the new goldkid was keeping up appearances. lionel had to respect it, even as knaven began his questioning. the mayfair glanced off toward the horizon, but sonder clutched his curiosity close. "maybe it will be livable again. one day." would they have left the forest behind by then?
he swung his tail, pressed off into the recovering undergrowth with one ear twitched out for sonder's reply. yes they knew about it, and plenty, but lionel saw no reason to run his mouth about their mother's connection to the place she had always praised.