Tracer wasn't sure how long he'd been staring - he'd gone from the castle to the winter birds, to the cool disconnectedness of the people around him, and was back to the castle again when he felt suddenly weak. Weak, and wrapped in a startled sort of connection that was so familiar suddenly that it was like being lost for years and suddenly coming home. When he turned to his brother, it was just in time to really feel that it was him before he was in his arms, and his own came up a little tentative - not as much himself as he would have been the last time his GrandfatherBrother had seen him. They did wrap tightly though, and hold him as close as he could.
It was the first time he'd been this close to the earth, to someone of the earth and as connected as he should be, in months, and it was a little overwhelming.
"Grandfather - " He choked a little on the word, but then settled into himself. The rush of emotions, the sense of connections slipping back into place that should never have been severed, was almost dizzying, but Tracer was nothing if he wasn't connected, able to see the spirit that bound them all. Even if sometimes his vision clouded. Having Peyote this close was like finding a clear summer day. "Grandbrother," He finally said again, "you sprang up from the roots.'