Come home

Oleander had at long last found a cure. He no longer had to worry if their children would be at risk. So young, their eyes had yet to open. But they weren't the only children he was afraid of risking. There was another, who he had been forced to keep away.

Knowing that Spider was out there without backup had grated at him every day throughout the season. He had a promise to filll. When he had found Spider's letter he had told himself the kid would only be allowed a week. So much longer than that had passed, but at last he was bringing his kid home. By force, if he had to.

He sent his falcon ahead to fetch Spider, and sat by the border over the next day. Waiting for them to show. Leaving his newborns with Ignita, who knew he had to be here.