Emberwood We'll go to a place that is safe from greed, anger, and boredom

She sought his gaze then, never breaking their contact completely but wanting to meet his eyes as she spoke her next words. She didn't miss the way his eyes were lingering on the sapling.

You're still family, you know, Reverie told him softly; a sentiment she'd been dancing around each time they'd seen one another recently, something she'd expressed over and over not in words but in small gestures. Still, it was important to speak it aloud. It was important that he really knew. To me, you are. And you always will be.

Whether they liked it or not, they were bound by their shared history. But maybe that didn't need to be such a painful truth. Not anymore.