Hoshor Plains to the divine, mischievous spark in you

there was, of course, no guarantee that their children would choose to stay; though he has no memories to draw of, his mind jumps to the line of thought that tells him that children wanting to leave the nest, to taste the world out on their own was a given, and that they could only hope for a return, if that was the case.

but he does not give voice to these thoughts.

they did not hold a place here, with her. when children were a promise of their future but not yet promised in the corporeal.

as will i. rumbles the warbear, contently.