Northstar Vale …when it's not your turn

They were two halves of the same, he found. When Saleem was placed beside Sylianos, all crying had ended and the boy found himself at peace. If only all problems were solved with a touch of familiarity and warmth, the man thought.

A quiet voice sounded. Arsenio turned to his daughter with a smile. Her familiar features and soft greeting was enough to warm the man’s heart, to draw his attention away from Antigone and Reyson and the drama that surrounded them. It was only Zulema and she was there to see her brothers.

I am not sure. My father had blue eyes, like mine. My mother’s were dark brown. Like the earth, after rain, he described in whispers. I would like if these boys had Tamar’s eyes.