There was a certain pattern to Tracer's speech. A certain something that was indefinable and, perhaps to some, a little disorienting. His thoughts moved in a non-linear fashion, but so much about reality moved that way as well, and the last person in the world who might find difficulty in understanding him was Peyote himself, his Grandbrother. No, Tracers words made perfect sense to Peyote, and indeed he never even considered that it should be another way. His grandson-brother had always been a force of beauty, of enlightenment and of his own brand of wisdom. It was something that the old drug had come to respect, and also something that he had come to count on. He never would be able to stay away for long, considering his family, his brothers and sisters, his sons and daughters...considering all of that, he would never want to stay away.
The family that they had was rich, it was varied and full, a delight in and of itself. The feeling of them, of so very many of them being in this place...there was nothing else that compared. It was full-bodied and complete, heady and intoxicating. Despite their conflicts, their flaws and discord...to Peyote, family would always mean happiness, beauty, and joy. He understood nothing else. And so he listened to what Tracer had to say and he nodded, starting out at a leisurely pace when his grandson-brother agreed to walk.
"Sounds like quite a time, kiddo, huh? I'm sorry I've been gone. But you know, sometimes all you can do is tie new threads here and there, find out where the hearts of things lie, and go from there. Some things stick, others do not. It's not a tragedy even when it hurts. It's a learning experience. But either way, here I am now, back in this city and back to my family. I missed you, kiddo. What've you been up to these days, anyway?