บท 290: Echoes of Memory (3)

At the door stood a tall man, perhaps at his mid-thirties. He looked just like Mother and resembled me as well, with those bright blue eyes. His crimson hair was in a long braid.

"Uncle Eion!" I exclaimed, forgetting all of my troubles for a short moment. I ran up to him and hugged him.

He laughed as he shuffled my hair. "There, there," He said with a soft voice. "I didn't know I was missed quite this much!"

"Shut up!" I chuckled. "Of course I missed you – I haven't seen you in so long!"

He breathed out in relief, the chuckled. "Yeah, it's been quite some time." His voice turned somewhat bitter. "I'm sorry I couldn't come here earlier." 

Mother sighed. "You were busy, and we all know that. No need to apologize, Eion." She glanced at me, then Aoife. "Aoife, please set the table. Let's eat."