Qeya River I know the pieces fit

they were his. the land was his. the earth belonged to the lanzadoii man who had been exiled.

some part of him was restored.

sun eater did not speak again; he waved them off to where they would go with a slashing motion of his proud tail. the words were over. he had spoken. their heads had bowed. there was nothing more.

perhaps he watched for a moment before he tried to find for himself a respite, a place to listen and to doze.