They all stared at her, mouth open and eyes wide. As Qeira studied her mother's face, she could see the lines forming near her eyes. There were already strands of white in her otherwise jet black hair. But her eyes, it remained the same. Dark and spine chilling to those who were a stranger to her, but warm and welcoming to those she loved. Her mother sank in one knee and wrapped her children on vice tight hug. It was all too familiar to her and nostalgic to Xyra and Reina. Tears streamed down Qeira's face as she wrapped his arms on her mother's waist. It had been so long since she held her like this and still felt the same.
"M-mom..."
All the while, Quentin continued to stare slack-jawed at the scene in front of him. Is this real? Is this another one of his illusions. Slowly the woman who had the same face of his wife stood up and and walked closer to him before kneeling. Quentin's green eyes met her black orbs and a warm feeling pooled in his stomach.