The second Moira set eyes upon her not-so-little, little girl, her face lit up like the Northern Lights. December's face mirrored hers, and the two ran into each other's arms.
"Mum!"
"December, my little angel!"
Monty took his time to let the two hug each other and cry together for a few moments before walking up behind them with a big grin, his long grey hair loose around his shoulders.
"Monty... my, you look almost exactly the same!" said Moira as she pulled him in for an unexpected hug.
Laughing, he held her out at arm's length and took her in. "And you haven't changed one bit. You look lovely, my dear. It's so good to see you. It really is."
"I'm so sorry you had to stay with Penelope all these years," Moira said to her daughter as she hugged her once again, "and you, Monty. I am
