but these things suddenly were unable to strike lestan as before. they were wondrous images, some sorry, but all muted behind the veneer of gold that is time.
his children wove to and fro, and he was there to guide them. no strife existed between himself and kirain. they were both peace, and this place itself a balm. they had healed from loss as one and found this new world.
he was content, if it was a delicate contentment; the witch blinked curiously toward his mate, breaking into a wide bright smile to have so much of her focus upon him.
th-they all have their o-own way,he observed, compelled to come closer and pepper her irresistible face with several kisses.

