Moonstone Quarry after the snow

A bundle of riverroot laid at her paws. His eyes seeking her own. A white paw lifts, as though she might touch him at the front of his shoulder, but she does not. She would only nod, taking her bundle into her mouth and stepping back to the side so that he might address the others. So that he may speak to his people. 

Welcome home. Northern words of their people. A people far from here. With the roots does she then turn, her eyes cast upon those gathered as she leaves. Last to the woman @Fleur, who's pain shown deeply in his absence. Had the woman favored him, then? To fill the space where sorrows still lingered of one lost. Maybe Sólhárr would indeed find happiness again.