Northstar Vale Skotóno

The Arche’s expression shifted to something thoughtful, something troubled.

The soldier had met his son and one of his daughters. Reyson spoke of Antigone in a voice that was tight with his feelings on the boy. Arsenio couldn’t help but feel momentarily protective. It passed and he did not show his tight-bound muscles to the man beside him. The redstone wolf knew that his son was different. He had seen the way the boy had grown and the interests he had adopted.

Antigone is… he is an odd boy, Arsenio admitted in his rough voice. I do not understand him, myself. He is good to his sisters and to his mother, though. He is kind to Towhee and to Meadow. I cannot ask for more from him. It did not matter how much he had wanted his son to be a fighter. It didn’t matter because Antigone showed only contempt for the ways of a soldier.

Zulema is a good girl, though. She is curious and so much like her mother. Zosime is our other daughter. I believe she is somewhere in the middle. I see bits of me in her. I see pieces of Tamar, as well.

Arsenio’s features were warm at the thought of his daughters.