Moonspear hush

Just a vague post.

A certain awe has taken him—while he is ushered away by the women of the village who tend to both his lovers, the silver man stalks quietly outside, until a quiet croon beckons him once more. There—pale and dark are Sialuk and Elentari—and nursing at them—pale and dark. The perfect ying and yang—family.

He does what he can to assist—when nourishment is needed, the tall man turns, out to seek something to bolster the energy of the new mothers.