Tolys walked out into the field frowning. He hadn't seen his sister in months and it was worrying him. Sure, he had been accused of being slightly overprotective but it was not without reason! For forty years they had led a questionable existence and before that for much longer. It was natural to be worried. At least, that is what he told himself.
With a gusty sigh, Toris plopped down among the stalks of rye and closed his eyes, feeling the cooling wind brush his face. He stayed that way for several minutes.
Suddenly, he heard something that made him perk up. Someone was singing not too far away. It was an old song in his native tongue, but it was not the song that drew him closer; no, it was the voice. He knew that voice well. He began to move closer to it and joined the song himself.
He would finally get to see Irena!