I sauntered closer, my icy eyes drifting over the backs and rumps of familiar faces. I did not see my son, I did not see Rhoa, but I did see others. Rikyn, Erebos, Dad. My eyes remained on him. Next to him stood Lena. I knew her too. She inspired this urge to heal, that day that Arya had almost died. I pushed my way through the crowd, to rest on one side of my father. My muzzle reached out gently to touch his shoulder, then retracted to look at the tree. It was beautiful, and the items from other dangling on it made it all the more personal to helovia. When for just one moment everyone gets along.
"Talk."
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