Northstar Vale Makriá

A lynx… Arsenio’s eyes softened on her.

You taught it a lesson, I hope, the mercenary offered with a smirk. He was careful to be sure that his lips could be read by the woman. It was a lesson that he had not forgotten. The man wondered if she taught the signs he had seen her use. A question for another time, perhaps. It did not seem fair that she should have to meet him on his speaking grounds each time.

Towhee seemed pleased with Epoch. This was a good thing. Arsenio wanted her to be happy in her newly gained retirement. The vale was intended to be a place where the young could grow and learn. Where all of their members would teach something valuable to the generations that came after them.

When you are better, I will give you the great tour. Even then, I am sure that Tamar has some places that even I do not know about, Arsenio promised her.

At the mention of his children, the redstone figure sighed. He was proud of them. He loved his children with all his heart. They were tiring but the job was always a rewarding one. In truth, the mercenary could not imagine his life without them. It seems like this was always where he was meant to be.

They are smarter than I thought, learning faster than I can keep up with. I love them dearly. A cock of his head. And your own?