Father Is Calling

Landing on the top of the mountain which barely accommodated Ying, we see a welcome party… A lone Elf is standing, looking in our direction…I was not sure, as we were still far up above, but based on the appearance I was sure it was the father… However, as we land and I jump of, the presence, a scent and aura of my brother hits me immeasurably. He has grown more powerful since last time I saw him. The woody notes of sage and hickory, and glazed honey are enveloping me as I come closer. One could see where I would be mistaken though. Standing around the same height, close to 7 ft as my father, the same broad shoulders, long legs and chiseled porcelain face, silver hair flowing, one can easily mistake them. Though centuries apart, only if you got up-close could you actually differentiate the two -my brothers’ dark eyes were slightly darker then my father’s dark blue ones. Otherwise, they could pretty much pass as twins - father did have some lines on his face, but for a creature literal