The Heartwood else shall eden have no springtime

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he smiled softly, returning the gesture. they are beautiful. two sons, twins, one large and one delicate. both boys. and one radiantly pale daughter. constantine, casmir, and eilidh, respectively. they had become the center of his world and his eyes glowed with the contented love of a new parent. and what of you? he asked in his softly accented voice. fox — will she bear your children in the spring?

they would undoubtedly be beautiful children, with peregrine's stamp upon them, and his heart also yearned to ask after finley, wild bearhunter that she was. perhaps her time at the caldera had tempered her feral heart. ashton, too, was a source of interest for the man, but for quiet reasons best not mentioned to his former lover.