How long had it been since he had seen his brother? Years, certainly - a decade? Perhaps. Though, Wraith wondered if to see truly meant only with one's eyes - after all, he had often thought of his brothers, both Istas and Vainglory. In his mind's eye, he had seen them regularly but ah, he had to admit that to truly see his brother moving and breathing was something wholly calming. It made him breathe a sigh of relief as he moved through the summer grass, seemingly a drifter once more as he slowly weaved towards Istas. He had known it was him the moment his eyes had found his white form in the fields.

Despite the calmness of his mind however, his heart still pounded like a thrashing animal against his ribs; what should he say? He hadn't any clue just what Istas had been through and the sudden awareness of such a thing made him all but shake with worry. But he placed it aside and did all that he could do: he called out from behind his brother, came to a stop and lifted his head up so that he might at least appear ready. It had been too long and yet, Wraith could not help but think this had not been entirely through chance alone. Change had befallen them all and he hoped this too would be a good change.