Northstar Vale Mitéra

They sat in silence for a time. Arsenio did not need to speak with the woman to enjoy her company. He did not need to say a thing.

Tamar was the first to appear to them. She came to Towhee and offered her warmth and kindness. The redstone man watched her with love in his eyes. He was pleased that she could give a sense of physical comfort, no matter how small.

Maxim arrived then and his olive eyes were sharp with wariness. Arsenio did not want him to feel overwhelmed. His tail tapped against the ground, light, friendly. The Arche hadn’t missed that Maxim’s scent stretched high above their home. He had caught it on some of his patrols. It was what he would have done, if he had lost a child – walk until he was forced to sleep by his own body.

Towhee and Maxim moved to sit across from Arsenio and Tamar. When they hat settled in, the Arche smiled upon them.

We would like for you to lead with us. I have asked Towhee, but she will not speak for you. I think it fitting that we, he looked to Tamar, get to ask you together. And so you can answer together.

Arsenio’s heart was with them.

You are our family. Your children are our children’s family. It would mean a great deal to us to have you at our side.