Moonspear [m] Stolen Light

Alaric felt the shift in the air. He knew there was a tendril of something beneath the surface. Reflected in those sky eyes of hers. And yet he did nothing with his unspoken thought. Deciding to let this conversation curve naturally and he hoped he had the right things to say.

Alaric nodded his head in understanding. He could understand trying something and realizing it was not to your liking. And it had been respectful of Argent to speak his words aloud.

A smile at the mention of the children. A brighter one for Acrux who he spent the most time with.  He was glad to see the a stubborn tilt of her chin. The pride in her gaze. So Argent had not broken the Archer in front of him. He had simply bent.

A soft smile. A sheen of moisture in his eyes. But he shifted beneath her praise. Unsure of he wholly deserved it. He was good with children, because he loved them. They reminded him of innocence and light. Of what he used to be like, before his was stolen. And he was just childish underneath the black pelt of his.

An ear laid back and he met her gaze. It's because i love children. No matter who they belong too. I like to see their imaginations work in the stories they hear and see and tell. I like to watch the little baby steps on shaky legs and the noises they make. I like to watch them learn new things, see the light go on in their eyes when they learn something that interests them. And lets face it. I'm a kid at heart.