Within half a minute or so, focus returned to the man's striking gaze, which looked like living flames had been conjured within his irises. Disoriented and visibly confused, Ar'Daul looked up at him, stared for several seconds and then spoke up in a weak, disbelieving voice.
"Little Enquin…?"
Tears spilled down Enquin's face as long-forgotten warmth filled his heart. Old and defeated though he was, Ar'Daul had recognized him almost instantly despite the fact that the last time they'd seen one another he had been a boy in his early teens.
"Ar'Daul," he cried, hugging the man with strength he didn't know he had. "What happened to you? Where have you been all these years?"
"Years?"
