I've Walked With You, Once Upon A Dream

Mortis was taking a break from the crowd. He took a plate of food and settled himself in where he could watch Basilisk and Hazel. They thought they were being sneaky, grabbing larger and larger plates of food and feeling like rebels. At least it was an innocent sort of trouble. He was startled from his watch at the sound of a voice. He turned to the stranger who had asked for him by name - not terribly unexpected, as the Warlord's son - and blinked. Whatever he had been about to say was forgotten as he met a pair of familiar eyes.

They were Meadows, looking up at him from the face of a stranger. He hadn’t thought of that sweet healer in a while… he assumed she had moved on from the Hallows, perhaps around the time Resin had died? He didn’t know she had any children. “Of course… yeah, sure.” He said, getting up from the grass and pushing his plate to the side where no one would trip over it. “If you don’t mind me asking, are you related to Meadow?” he looked over the stranger's shoulder, as if expecting the place she was taking him to was somewhere Meadow was waiting. Perhaps she had asked this relative to fetch him for her? But his eyes couldn’t find her. “How's she been, do you know?”


"Mortis Fatalis"