It's fairly obvious noting Wren has the exact same leaf-whiskers as Ash and his brothers, and that he clearly is too old to be a sibling. Even if Ash had never heard of Wren before he'd be able to figure out who this guy is.

Puck follows.



Yeah, but that doesn't make him exactly happy to see his father.

she finds the tent and just...goes inside, since it doesn't have a door to knock.

That's fair. He was gone for ten years.

Well...she finds out where everyone else has gone.



Right. So he kind of just stands there, arms to his sides

that makes so much sense.

Eventually, he lets go. He gives him a loving smile, but gives him some space.

This time a massive stone table sat in the middle, surrounded by faeries in armor. Oberon's rep stood at the head, imposing and grim, flanked by several sidhe gentry. A huge troll, ram horns curling through his bony helmet, stood quietly with his arms folded, watching the proceedings, while a centaur argued with a goblin chief, both of them stabbing fingers at the map on the table. An enormous oakman, gnarled and twisted, crouched low to hear the voices at his feet, his weathered face impassive.



Ash just stared at him

Well this was...a lot less calmer than she expected. Somewhat.

Isiea glances at them both. Personally, she's kinda annoyed Ash is being sorta rude to his dad. He's lucky to have one who didn't intentionally abandon him!