Hushed Willows tangled hills and tiny verio singing

Stark agreed with that sentiment - it was an awful year to be born. There was likely not to be any regret in the tawny pair for their children, but, if it had been possible to see the future maybe they would have held off a bit. As it was, they'd had their children, and if they clearly remembered everything then they'd just be stronger for it. "They'll certainly appreciate everything they have." Stark offered after a moment of mulling it over. He wasn't a father, not really, but he had to think that children would appreciate their parent's efforts.

Stark nodded, he remembered hearing Harlyn speak of him."It's a pleasure to meet you." Stark said evenly, for a moment just soaking (literally) up the rain and the cooler temperature it offered. "How long have you and Harlyn known each other?' He asked. The children - he assumed they were less than half a year old, but he was a horrid guesser of ages. Young or grown, unless they were greying he was rarely to get things right. He only knew Tambourine's age because the puppy mirrored the time he'd spent in the lands.