Wheeling Gull Isle you're a child, not a man

sleep, atausiq encourages his siren bride in soft tones. his gaze trails over the four nestled into her side; barely discernible. they are ...not what he expects, he realizes. though, in all fairness, having never seen newborns before ( for he does not remember his own time spent as one ) he wasn't sure what to expect. i'll keep watch outside the den. he promises, smiling softly at her kiss. he nudges her cheek once before he takes up his station where he's promised; standing guard over his siren bride and the seadragons that dwell within.