Luneshale Pass I deserve it, don't I?

she'd kept the names, after all.

soto glances as each is introduced. first, a boy built like an ox. then a boy pale like his mother, and finally, a daughter fiery and full of life.

each healthy, and each imbued in a different tapestry of colors. he supposes she has the defected castel to thank for that.

buen trabajo, he compliments, moving from their space so she may slink back and keep them warm. tienes hambre? his brow quirks; state what you want, and i'll get it.