Silverlight Terrace What Big Teeth You Have

Charon wholeheartedly agreed with what Arrille had to say. He thought glumly about his own daughter, whom he wished was still with them today. His relatives'd said that she had left, just run away, but it was still hard for him to truly believe this for he liked to think that she had adored him, like his other children. Thoughts of Julia were pushed quickly from his mind however as Arrille echoed his word with a note of interest in his voice.

For family, space was always a bit more flexible. Last time they had met there hadn't been need for Arrille to join on either side of the deal but now there were options. "Hmm. We get by well enough," he repeated, and let the sentence linger for a while before adding: "but family would be welcome." The boy, Charon thought from their brief encounter previously, had never known true family. Perhaps it would be good for him to know such. He reminded himself that he did not really know the boy, and that perhaps it was his nostalgic old mind making him think of Floki, wanting for a part of his lost brother to be in this boy, their nephew. Or maybe he was just getting soft.