Northstar Vale Agóri

Arsenio had been doting over his wife, showering her with loving and gentle kisses while she rested. The way her stomach rose and fell with each breath was like magic. His eyes could not be pulled away from her magnificence, from the beauty that radiated from her. The redstone man had never felt so swallowed by his love.

Father!

The sharpness of Antigone’s voice startled him. He planted a kiss to Tamar’s cheek and shuffled out of the den with a stern expression aimed toward his son.

Antigone, what is wrong? What has you in this mood? the man extended his nose to sniff at the boy.