Moonspear Every time we have no control

They hit the borders smoothly, interest mingling with surprise at the sight he found. Kynareth had come to pay them a visit, though he found that he was far from alone. It was the usual Moonspearian fanfare at play, Keres, Jarilo, and Desdemona already at the helm of the meet and greet, but his gaze lingered along the top line of Mira’s form in the mix of them, and then the unfamiliar visage of another—the woman from the river—before he let it rest gently on the curly-tailed leader.

With a gaze cast to his wife and son, he seized the welcome.

“Kynareth, was it? We were just wondering of you the other day—how have you settled?” It was a light tone, conversational. But the crowned knave had his reservations kept close to his chest; he had hoped to have their meet on his terms, but this worked just as well. It may have been better than making the long venture around again with the shifting of seasons.

i believe @Osiris also wanted in, but my apologies for the wait.