Redhawk Caldera vivacity

He smiled, knowing his children would grow up knowing stories of the fae, adding a little bit of fantasy to their everyday lives. He watched, leaning against his beloved, as their children tumbled together into their new home, and explored the scents as dust motes whirled around them. He imagined that if the fae did exist, this might have been their own playplace, and that perhaps that in sharing it, the children might live an enchanted life. It had been months since he had stepped into the proverbial fairy-ring of marriage with Teya, and his life continued to go on, dusted with a little magic.