Sun Mote Copse Baby Daddy

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eshamun did not like the way in which hadraniel whirled upon giana, but did not move to interfere. such a wounded creature, she decided, a man who had placed the onus of his responsibility upon the woman who carried his young, not himself. "did you not tell me mere moments ago you were unsure if you would stay about?" the ekar-aji murmured, holding the vibrant violence of his gaze. "you may not bring them out of these packlands, but you are able to have a hand in their rearing. they will call you father, and you may teach them what you know. but giana will be the arbiter of their lives, and above her, me."
the canaanite was silent now; did hadraniel now understand, and would he care? eshamun stood quietly, awaiting his response if he had one to give.[/tr][/td][/table]