Here To Stay, Boyo.

With Deathbelle in tow, the ladies made their way to the opposite side of Auster from where they'd reunited. Assuring her friend that it was okay to cross the border, Iolaire called out for Artorias in her squeaky old tones. He'd know who it was. As they moved towards the towering castle, Iolaire spoke casually to her companion, sharing the story of her mother and how she'd claimed the castle for The Hallows and how Artorias, her younger brother, was turning it into something grand. "He's young though and I believe he could benefit from having women as wise as us here to advise him, eh?" The small fae chuckled and continued forward.

There was no doubt in her mind that she would be welcome here in The Hallows. Artorias had told her as much more than once. She wasn't sure what he would say about Deathbelle though. They could only hope and ask, but Iolaire had a gut feeling that the man wouldn't turn them away. She wasn't very good at it, but they were family. Iolaire was willing to set her wandering ways aside in lieu of a nice family life. It was her intent to live out the rest of her days with Deathbelle at her side. They only had to acquire a permanent home first.

"Iolaire"