Redsand Canyon field

his features drooped a bit. hearing everything and putting it all into prospective. he wondered if this was something all women went through. he hardly ever heard men talk like this — but maybe that was just mereo. or just men.

he moved a bit closer, to offer a warmer touch to her. perhaps his gratitude and affection was amplified knowing that despite it all, she had told him how she felt.

i think that would be good for us, for them. he admitted, soft now, even if she couldn't hear his tone.

i may have told tamar that our children would be playmates with hers when hers are old enough.

a sly grin slithered onto his features, hopeful to lighten the mood.