Nova Peak rumpus room

Two. Riley grinned, steadfast in his hope they would not be outnumbered. Two would be a perfect number. He’d even accept three — but then, what happened if their unruly children turned against them?

Suggesting a patrol with a twitch of her serpentine tail, Masque stepped out of the dugout. For a moment she was perfectly haloed by the soft gleam of spring light; Riley held that image in his mind in quiet worship.

Sure. The patrol sounded nice, but the nap sounded luxurious. He knew she was plenty capable of patrolling herself, but as the days sped closer to her due date, a patrol would become a rare luxury. See you back here in… He measured the sun: twoish hours. First one back gets to nap the longest. Riley quipped, giving Masque a gentle peck before he sped off for his patrol route.