Neverwinter Forest Weeping willow

Joy stretched his features wide.

You’re aunty too!

It was good to know that his family stretched far and wide throughout the Teekons. Pan had heard many times from his father, of course. He merely hadn’t experienced it for himself. The young druid had been occupied with more fantastic things - voice and shapes that only he could see. The remnants of the once-living.

There is this fish, the boy remarked, nodding his round head toward the abandoned catch. With teeth marks. It must mean a wolf had fished on the edge of the lake. Ariadne could have been that wolf, or maybe the white man.

Aunty Ari! his voice called out to her, hoping she would appear from behind the brush and welcome him in with her warm smile.