Legend would follow the sorrowful call that had been let out by his sister. Little did he know, that both his parents had passed. Though, as he arrived he could tell exactly that it had happened. The faces of everyone around, the tension that would pick up and let go, he knew.
He hadn't spent... almost any time at all with either of his parents since his return. He had been caught up in hunting, training, and anything else besides staying with his ill parents. Right now he couldn't, but he knew that later he would hate himself for not being there. He went off young, he came back late. There was no need to set out to find his older siblings, he had everything he needed right here.
He moved through the crowd trying to be quiet, but looking up at Novella and trying to search her eyes. He needed to hear it, from her, from anyone. He just needed someone to speak. But the look he tried to share with his sister, was not of pain or sorrow. It was of anger and hatred. And only Novella could have known why.