Dragoncrest Cliffs filtered through the interstices

There was no rush, and they seemed to agree on this--or at least find peace in the matter. He knew, and on some basal level, he took some solace in this. It was in true Drageda fashion to keep it going one thing after another, however he wasn't sure if he could rush it even if he tried to. Factors far greater than he were at play, and no amount of what he wanted would make nature's will bow. They were just getting back to how it was--how it should be, and so, everything else would follow suit.

"Yeah, really. That'd be nice," he agreed readily enough. "I think Dalia would be a good big sister to them, too." he mentioned.. and found he missed her at the moment even if it hadn't been that long since he had seen her last. He still felt like there was so much catching up to do after all the wartime nonsense had consumed his every fiber, but that feeling was getting better slowly.

Nevertheless, seeing a son like him in their next batch would be nice, or at the very least, one he could get through to and relate to in any way beyond outward appearances (because he did have a tendency to share that). The wocha did not want to see a repeat of the whole situation with their first boy.. or else he would have to make otherwise happen before it ended up like this first go around did. He wasn't sure if he could just let it ride and hope for the best for that long when the inevitable only loomed; he wanted to raise a son of theirs up to a best potential if he could only have the innate ability. Anyway, with a moment of quiet thoughtfulness, he sighed again and nose back gently against her. With that, he went to shelve the sourness over his son's absence to instead focus on what they had.. what thrived, and maybe even what else was to come. "Whatever they're like, or whenever.. I'm hopeful, though." he added. "I've had enough of the bad luck too." It was time for something good.