Redsand Canyon match point

he wondered if this was part of her consideration. to ask him things and figure out what he wanted and how it aligned with her. it was fair, he would expect nothing less.

is it possible to be a mix? his features briefly crinkled with a smile before it faded. i want them to have structures and rules, but i want to cherish them too. let them be children but, ah, not complete wild beasts.

he looked upon her with a soft fondness that soon melted into serious thoughtfulness.

what kind of mother are you?