Northstar Vale Estía

More girls, he said much too swiftly.

The man thought highly of his daughters. Zosime and Zulema were bright and inquisitive. They were kind, even in the face of uncertainty. They had nearly grown into fine young women. Arsenio was stricken by a wave of nostalgia. He thought back to when they had been small, fragile, tender things. When they could be swept up in his arms and held against his chest.

These ones will not be allowed to grow until I have had my fill of them as pups, he added in jest. There was a stern crease at his brow and a nod of his head. The man leaned in close to his wife and peppered her in kisses.