Silver Moraine multieyed raven

faust can barely get the words out, laughter rumbling from deep in his chest as they collide, as if the weight of all the years gone has been shrugged off in an instant. seven hells, he breathes, shaking his head with a grin that feels strange on his face, too wide, too easy. i can't believe it. you here. after all this time.
he pulls back just enough to look vahaelarr over, as if checking that he’s real, not some spirit pulled from the snow. and gods, he's here. flesh and bone and loud as ever. faust snorts, shoulder bumping into his brother’s with rough affection before he turns, gesturing with his chin toward the vast sprawl of the glacier that looms behind them, silver and endless beneath the sky.
that’s home, he says, voice thick with pride. darukaal. i lead there now. there's something almost incredulous in his tone, like he’s still not sure how it came to pass. the blood talon. it's ours.
he glances back at vahaelarr, brow raised. and now you show up, just in time to see it for yourself.