Sleepy Fox Hollow einigung

i couldn't resist!

River had been much smaller in their last encounter -- just a few months old, if that -- but Mahler was an unmistakable figure to her. Everything from that time in her life had been seared, image by image, into her brain. And though she no longer needed to crane her neck so much to see his mournful lilac eyes, she recognized them all the same.

His scars had changed: there were many more of them, and some looked unfortunately recent. She was suddenly glad that her own traumas did not show, for she could not imagine what an ugly scar that heartbreak would leave.

She paused just before him, just short of open affection, and her tail swayed earnestly. The mere sight of him dredged up some bitter memories for her, but they were just as sweet in a moment like this; where she could appreciate a time when losing her father had been the hardest thing about her life. She missed it, compared to the grief she felt now. Her left ear flicked at the mention of her sibling -- a tell of her discomfort, even though she smiled.

It is good to see you too, old man, she said in her own brand of fondness. I was glad to hear from Argent that he'd seen you, but he said that you were not in the mountains anymore. River tipped her head inquisitively -- what's up with that?