Northstar Vale Agóri

The pain found him faster than he realized that his son had… bitten him.

Arsenio pulled back, the warmth of his blood running down his nose and falling to the wet earth in artistic and morbid splotches. The man didn’t understand. His stomach churned with surprise and fear. The boy had never acted this way before. Even in the heat of the moment, in finding Meadow sliced open beside the lake, Antigone had been calm and composed and cold as the day he had been born.

You will not strike me again, boy, Arsenio warned his son in a low growl.

The words that his child offered were confusing and drew waves of worry across the Arche’s face.

Did his child of a son have feelings for their healer? Worry peaked.

Did he hurt you? Arsenio asked warily.