Deepwood Weald Solace

Private for family! @Metis @Melaneus @Lycabas @Pyraethus

He sought to spend more time with his children, especially now that he and Themis were official. Astraios made his way to his shared den with Themis and the pups, then called softly for his children, who he assumed were sleeping. He had no real plans yet — he figured he'd let his children choose what to do.

Metis was ambivalent towards their home. She didn’t mind it, but she also missed the Shadewood.

Or rather, she missed what she’d left. A cool rock, a feather, she hadn’t been able to take it with her. And mother wouldn’t tell her why. So here she was. Moping.

She opened an eye at the approach of her father, disinterested gaze almost drooping closed, before she shot her head up.

Maybe dad could help her find a new rock?

The almost four month old tumbled out of the bush she’d been lying under, already a flurry of sound.

Μπαμπάς! Μπαμπάς! Βοηθήστε με να βρω έναν νέο βράχο! Σας παρακαλούμε!

She hadn't taken to English quite as well as she’d taken to Greek, that was for sure.

His daughter came running from the den, and Astraios smiled down at her. She spoke only in Greek, and he didn't know all of the words yet. He deciphered the words dad and rock, and he chuckled. "Alright μικρούλα, we'll get you a rock." He then began to search the area for stones, and he turned up three different rocks to choose from. One was a typical brownish-gray, another was more reddish, and the last was a milky white. He presented them to his daughter. "Which of these, hmm?"