Sun Mote Copse caught in a river of rockers and dreams

Cinder was a bit more grown up than Eljay remembered; the years had treated him well, though. He looked like a grown up version of himself; or at least of the Cinder that Eljay knew. Ooh, it is - I'm so glad to see you again! Eljay said, soft words spoken under his breath.

Then he took a bit more distance again and he said with gentle curiosity, Where have you been? There was no accusation in his voice, only interest for his brother's whereabouts in the time apart. He wondered about what had carried him back here, too.

Eljay sat down by the graves again, leaving space for Cinder to join him.