Moonsong Glacier prashna

his own face brightened and glowed at the description, remembering that moment manyfold. dawn, easy, tytonidae. . . 

he quietly celebrated them, as he celebrated marina and tullik now.

i understand, aditya murmured, eyes soft. to be torn between love and duty—although, i guess, that is duty there, too. 

a thought occurred to him, and he tilted his head, unsure if they'd discussed it before. do you know for sure they are yours? he asked. not that it matters—but you'd mentioned their husband. . .

so there would be a man there to care for them, at least.

(not like they needed it. adi knew full well women were capable—and probably better off—raising their brood without the assistance from fathers.)