Redhawk Caldera in the midst of sailing ships.

Elwood chortled, his gaze hovering on Eljay's little body. Under his gaze, the boy seemed to fall asleep -- or at least, that's the way it appeared to his father. It was hard to tell, although Elwood thought he was getting better at reading his son's signs. Maybe he still needed some more practice.

"Yeah, he's just like you," he teased, glancing up at Finley. Perhaps once Eljay grew up and became more independent, he would turn out to have the reckless Blackthorn streak that ran so rampant in his mother's veins. He hoped so -- Finley's feisty personality and zest for life was why he loved her so much -- but at the same time, he had to admit that he would be content with a more quiet, reserved, and cautious son. Dealing with Finley's bear hunting tendencies was enough; he wasn't sure if he could keep track of the two of them.