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"I haven't found anything like that," which was a relief the carcass of his old man should remain undisturbed, it would be upsetting to find it and have to deal with it and all the memories. But his mother he wanted to just curl up on her grave once in a while, and had, letting the memory of her creep over him and he could imagine and feel her arms around him full of gentle love. He missed her so much, he supposed he had missed his father at some point too, just because he had been familiar. But Isolder had so many emotions tied up in that particular ball that he didn't want to touch it. He could have killed his father for how he had treated their mother and his own children but he was still their father and had been around.

Isolder shook his head fluffing up his hair. "Not much is left, but memories, I think they would be able to find it."

Isolder looked at the broach and had memories flood him, of wanting to love the man that was his father, but not feeling he had any right to be called a man. "Was Issaly all right?" His voice had dropped an octave croaking out of a tight throat. The meanings that that broach contained, well he was glad he wasn't the one carrying it, he almost wiped his hand on his pants in reaction. He huffed. Then peered closer at the item. He had to know what had befallen his smallest brother that night had to.

This had all been hard for him, how had it been for Isaris too?

"I hope thats true what he told you, and as he told you, I think you should be the one to tell the others. There is no way to prove or refute that now, they must simply believe or not. We cannot change their minds one way or the other, they must deal with their feelings on their own as touchy a subject as this is."

There was nothing more he could do. "Its the future what matters little brother."

"What blind healer?" he asked curious, he hadn't met one yet that he could remember. "Is Issaly taking lessons then? Perhaps I can see him after his affairs are concluded? I wouldn't want to disturb him mid session, do you perhaps know about when they end?"

He thought it would be okay if Isaris wore it eventually, he was just happy it wasn't himself the sight of the trinket still disturbed him greatly. It might be good if someone remembered for them all though, poor Isaris seemed to have taken everything on all at once.

"Excellent shall we head over? I would like to be there when he gets out, a rather large surprise, hopefully I won't scare him or something," reunions after all were rather shocking, well this one would be. Would Issaly recognize him? Or had he been too young to recall his older brother when the mess happened? There was only one way to find out.

"Of course little brother, lets head to the market we can eat chat and then I can get ready for my trip. Let Issaly know I'm okay and that I am so sorry I missed him. Here, give him this," he pulled a feather from a pouch and handed it to Isaris, "And this one is for you. I happened to find a very lost kinfa on my travels that had the same color feathers as my plumes and took these for spares but now I think they will be neat momentos for you and Issaly. If ever you two are in trouble, send these to me. I'll do my best to come or send help if I cannot make it. I promise you that."

The pair went and enjoyed a lovely meal and then Isolder left on his journey.