Lost Creek Hollow ravensong

okeanos was, no doubt, the product of terance himself. he was fully grown now, surely, as large as terance save for some youthful features. the leader was so proud to see his son here before him, as broad and handsome as he could've hoped -- more so, even. it was too bad, it seemed, that the stash of a few memories that they shared together would not grow too much larger. perhaps another time. 

he pulled away from his son, accepting the response with a wide grin and a nod of his head. ibis, so sweet and gentle, pressed against either men with affection. when she did so to terance, he rested his chin upon her head, raising it only to respond to okeanos. yes -- a woman named treason. she's a soldier and my righthand... and we have three children, he began, only to allow his smile to grow a little sillier, you have three siblings. two brothers and a sister. they're quite a handful.