Redhawk Caldera hazelnut

oh, her baby son. "ponyboy," teya crooned with no small measure of relief to be distracted; she took him into her arms, drawing him toward the daytime air. but not so far.
she offered milk again to him, but watched to see what he would make of the skies, the green grass, the stones just beyond the denmouth. they walked fast. she would acclimate him now.