Northstar Vale writer

“Yes, darling girl. He has many stories of the stars to share,” she murmured, showering Zosime with the affection of kisses upon her brow the way a mother would her own young. It would give the girl a trade to explore—and perhaps, it would offer her soldier a soothing balm, to discuss something he seemed to enjoy, that was a far cry from the bloodshed and heartache he was too familiar with. “Come,” she beckoned, beginning to lead them on a walk. They could walk and scout for the herd together. “Tell me more stories.”