Bearclaw Valley What good to be a god myself, unless things can touch your heart?

hoo boy i'm sorry she's a b

had her children ever been so.. slow? surely not; astara peered down at merrick's son with scarcely concealed contempt. that feral bitch had tainted her lover's blood, creating something dissolute and... lumpy.

she saw little of merrick in the boy, and for that, little worth redeeming. all the same if he was to be raised as a pawn of ursus, he was to be shaped accordingly: what use would he be to her, if he was always so soft?

a growl then to the boy who averted his gaze, commanding he get up -- he might be under ursus' roof, but astara would give him no handouts.