Northstar Vale Yioí

Last for me!

Their shared words were rife with emotion. Arsenio gritted his teeth against the anger and worry that roiled in his belly like a south swell.

Tamar had asked their son when he realized he’d had feelings for Meadow. Antigone did not respond with honesty. His tone was clipped and icy, even from the dark of the den. The Arche felt the hairs along his neck bristle. He would not allow their son to speak to his mother in that tone. He could not let the boy grow into a spoiled and entitled man. It would not serve them in the way they needed.

Before he might intrude, Antigone was gone. Arsenio watched the sandy coat of their son race away from this emotional scene. Tamar had called for Reyson, and the soldier had not taken long to answer the summons. The expression on the man’s face was stoic – the face of a man at war. Meadow came next, causing the Arche to stare at her intently. She needed to continue her rest. She needed to get better.

I will go search for our son, Arsenio said to Tamar. He touched his nose to her cheek and plodded after the trail of the fleeing boy.