Northstar Vale Génnisi

The boy couldn’t help but marvel at the tiny version of Towhee. He imagined that when the child’s eyes opened, they would be bright and sharp and orange. It would be fun to see how much the newborn would compare to her mother in personality.

The question took a moment to register in his mind.

Did Antigone think he would have children?

Blinking blue eyes shifted to the mother while the boy’s mind whirred in thought. He’d never thought so far as to picture himself as a father. Antigone was something of a teenager. The ideas of romance were alluring to him, but he had not considered what these things might lead to.

One day, I’d like kids… I think.

Would their skin crawl the same way that Antigone’s did whenever he found something displeasing? He hoped that they wouldn’t suffer from the needs he had. If he did have a kid that found themselves at odds with the filth of the world, he would teach them the best ways to alleviate such stress.

-Towhee? Is it possible your pups might not hear?- he asked her tentatively, hoping to learn.