The Sentinels no business but gold

as charming as he was. this provoked a swagger in lionel's next step, one that nearly took him into a gopher hole. shrugging off the stumble with a wave of his tail, the mayfair glanced toward her apple-hue eyes with a surprised expression overtaking his features. "lasher. yeah. he was my mother's father."
how did this pretty woman know that name? lionel peered at her a long moment before surveying the ruined forest with a twist of his lips. "i never met him though. did you?" friends of her parents were not 'friends of hers,' but he felt the need to ask all the same. "is that why you're back here?" same as he and his siblings; drawn to this wretched piece of woodland for no reason but that it was in their blood to do so.