The family picnic was perhaps the most normal everyone had been able to look as a group ever before, though the details showed just how changed they truly were.

Janius was his usual charismatic self, driving conversations that never failed to continue. He kept close to Kaleeth for reassurance. He wanted to make sure it was an enjoyable time for her, even with the difficult thoughts plaguing her.

Rhazii, Julan, and Narsi were tak8ng turns exchanging arm wrestles, with Rhazii being the clear champion but having to fight for it all the same.

Lunise was sitting back with a quiet contentment under a lacy and prickly looking black veil held in place with a black hat which obscured her identity from those that weren't looking. Her black down and jewellery clearly marked her as in mourning, and somehow more impressively than the many mourners that walked the Silent City in recent times. However she had arranged her excuse for being out here, coming surreptitiously was obviously a motive she left unclear.

The gathering was complete with Sabine, Karl, and Sabine's packmate Tarna arriving not too long before Fendros, Ahnasha, and Rossarm.

Rossarm's appearance turned everyone's heads and slowed every conversation. The attention caused Rossarm's nostrils to flare. Even that tiny expression brought tension to the lot of them, knowing his general opinion of Fendros' found family.

Rossarm was standing almost to a soldierly attention. He projected his tired voice low. "...We have not been properly introduced."

Fendros glanced at his father and took a breath. "Everyone, most of you know my father Rossarm. Perhaps not under the best of circumstances. I would like us to try again, if you would indulge us."