Lost Creek Hollow Printemps

Ash was quiet because the children though couldn't hear or see. They could feel vibrations and she didn't wish to startle the  sweetlings. 

She saw a look on his face. One she thought perhaps was pride. He helped make them of course. Were they both his,none his, she wasn't certain, but that was fine. Making a child did not a father make after all. 

She smiled and preened at the compliment. They were perfect weren't they. And she had done most of the work after all, which of course meant the perfection was from her. It had to be. 

A soft blink of wide blue eyes and a gentle almost shy smile. Thank you.

She chuckled. they are wonderful aren't they. The scent, there is nothing to compare.