Northstar Vale Yioí

The shift of her features had left him shocked. Arsenio did not know the force that had taken her.

Tamar did not ask any other questions. She stepped into the wild and drew back her head to call for their son. The redstone man stood in the dark of their den. His eyes were trained on the sandstorm beauty that was his wife. The roundness of her features had transformed into sharp edges.

When their son appeared, Arsenio could not look at him. The weight of their last conversation hung heavy over his head. He did not understand. He did not know why his boy was so cruel, so angry. Epoch was a good place. He had only ever been a loving father.

What had shaped their child into this?

We can skip over this guy until Tamar's done spanking their son. :')