Dragoncrest Cliffs subwoofer lullaby

at this stage, the children are... kind of boring. once the initial shiny newness had worn off, zephyr had been left feeling — well, sort of trapped. there isn't much to do with a couple of fragile furry leeches attached to your abdomen.
so he's grateful for hyacinth's constant presence. more than that, he feels... something, when he's around. he isn't sure what to call it, not yet. but it's nice, after feeling so lost for what feels like an eternity. when his son's start to stir, the wraith glances up toward the shadow outside the den. you can come in, he invites softly. there's... something we should talk about anyway. something he hasn't given as much thought as he ought to, perhaps.