Larksong Grotto prüfung

Vater and sohn;
not thetered by blood-line and not the brother of his babes yet...even if the jewel of Wylla's eye allows that childish dislike to fester in her loins (not that he didn't do the same, if not moreso childish), both bitty sabres cherish the gargoyle, wanting to exhuast every bit of the minutes spent with the general.
—no, there are nothing like having one submerge you in fatherly affections, thankful he is not plagued by the fear of being lovelorn, no longer. Ah, but that is the manner of children.

Perhaps hunting is the best instance of manly bonding.

Reply to enquiry after a shallow pondering, "ummm...maybe as big as dat guy who bring me to phaedwa's home?" Melkor; winter's bane; the silver, but Astraeus never learnt the former eisen's name, the only concerns were of food and executing his bodily functions.

The farther they tread, the beast finds the star-stag's eyne as the pair come to standstill; a battle of the center? Lapis-emerald bore questioningly into lavender, wondering what is he to do? He'd only seen his eve banquets dead, never alive; pulsing; and eating as he.