Lion Head Mesa are we the sons of seth, and the daughters of cain?

There was hatred.

There was love.

There was the gaping chasm of her sorrow, on full display in the sunken shape of her eyes. It would have been so horribly easy to cause harm. To snuff out reminders of a lost life. It would have been even easier to latch onto these babes, cradle them and coo to them.

The last reminder she had!

The spoke, it seemed as if they might approach.

She lowered down to her belly and stared at them with her moon eyes. A warm note slowly built in her throat.