Moonspear and i'll fall down on my knees and beg,

The darkest, most neglected boy redirected his frustrations went for his father, and with that, she was plenty content to have that be her entertainment for the time being. He might make for a fine warrior one day, or a poised guardian of the mountain. Maybe even a hunter like his older sister--time would tell. She would always encourage them to be beautifully fierce, even when it bordered on troublesome still. It was a fine line, one that intertwined very keenly with how patient she was feeling.

She set her head back down and watched Charon and his son interact, contentment heavy in her heart with a mighty exhale. All too fond of them each, she lapsed into silence to just observe--and enjoy these simple moments.