Sun Mote Copse slow dancer, no answer

small changes in jarilo's posture and the way he talked clued arcturus into the fact their reunion was coming to a close well before his brother said anything. for someone who was so stiff and cold at first, arcturus dreaded watching his brother walk away -- that was worse than encountering him in the first place.

arcturus was relieved jarilo held no acrimony in his tone, no bitterness, over the prospect of arcturus meeting his children someday. in that, there was some slow blooming hope, the seeds just barely planted. maybe, someday. that was almost enough.

he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as he readied for jarilo to leave. at first, he looked as if he would stay still -- but then, throwing his own stubborness to the wind where it belonged, arcturus drew close and extended a familial hug to his brother. "goodbye, jarilo." he said mournfully, the coldness ebbing to something worse -- loneliness. "good luck."