Morningside Cuesta What if

Grayday glanced suspiciously after the fluffy, retreating bottoms of his youngest children, but in the end, decided to allow them to go free. They' come back to the center of the territory, and close enough that Grayday wasn't too worried about them being carried off without his knowledge. His attention soon turned back to Sunny.

"Dawn's out right now," he mentioned, knowing that Sunny would probably want to see his sister, even if they weren't on the best of terms. "Seems like she always is, these days," the father sighed, lying back and leaning his head against Sunny's shoulder. It was good to be close to him again; Day had missed contact with his son, who smelled so foreign and wrong, yet still entirely like his son. He wish ardently for that distance to be permenantely closed, but what was he supposed to do? Beg? Was that something he could do? Would it be fair to his adult son?

"I know you're happy where you are, in Easthollow," said Grayday, hesitating for a moment. "I just want you to know that you're always welcome. I'll always want you to visit - or stay. As long as you want."