Northstar Vale honeybee

Tamar’s answer softened him. The wide smile faded to an expression of gentle devotion.

She would teach them to be kind. She would teach them to listen and to learn. A vision of their young ones filled his head. He saw them hurrying after their mother, eager to learn what she might share with them. He saw her singing songs to them – the sweetness of her voice filling the vale, filling his heart with joy. Arsenio might have felt tears spring to his eyes with these daydreams, but her question pulled him from his thoughts and back to their conversation.

I will tell them that their mother is the most beautiful, he planted a kiss on her snout, the most lovely, another kiss at her cheek, the most caring in all the world. I will tell them that they are loved. I will tell them that they are good. Arsenio would be all of the things that his father had not been.