- beneath the twilight [open]

[Messoria]

The swamp was not a place that Messoria was inclined to visit often. It was murky and dark, reeking of foreign scents and occasionally echoing with sounds that were unknown to her velvety auds. And yet it was the surest place to find peace and quiet with the eldest pups returning in hordes from the agoge, and the younger departing. Hyperion had gone already, disappearing without so much as a word to his mother. It was odd, but not entirely unexpected; Messoria knew that one day he would grow from an indulgent pup to a self-sufficient young warrior. It seemed as if the time was now.

The evening found her seated beneath the canopy of thick leaves, thick ebony tail wrapped firmly around her haunches, amber eyes glistening in the half-light. The growing shadows were lit here and there by a flash of yellow that was all thanks to fireflies, their small bodies drifting lazily along the slight breeze. The air was cool and crisp, even here; autumn had sunken her talons into the earth, bringing the crunching of multi-hued leaves and a chill. They were growing deeper and deeper into the season, however, and this meant one thing: soon Messoria’s womb would be ready, her body yearning to carry Goliath’s young once more. Already she could feel her, hips growing more curvaceous, her weight increasing ever so slightly – but not nearly enough to take away from the slender, diminutive frame that her mate was so fond of. It was as if her physical being was preparing for the burden she would soon be laden with – though it was a burden only in the physical sense of the word. Otherwise, it was an immense joy.

Somewhere far to her left, a gentle splashing began, and Messoria turned just slightly. Another being, perhaps, or one of the crocodiles who claimed the swamp as theirs. They were fearsome creatures, but Messoria did not bother herself with them. She was seated far from the murky water, her rump placed firmly beneath the twisted roots of two old trees. She was like an elegant wraith seated beneath the umbrella of leaves, the shadows embracing the ebony hues of her pelt and making the auburn-chestnut streaks stand out more sharply. Here, with only the hum of cicadas to keep her company, the world seemed…quiet. Peaceful. Soon, it would not be so; soon the yelps of pups would reach even here, and they would frolic upon the shores of Ina’mos, well fed and well cared for, always.

She had little care for peace where pups were involved. She would be happy laying curled in the dens with her own, and the thought brought a stunning smile to her angular features, her amber gaze flitting absently from tree trunk to tree trunk as she considered how much her life had changed in just over a year. Things were better now, even though she had faced several hardships upon Kairos. She was – and Messoria certainly did not use the word sparingly – happy.

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[Typhon]

At long last, his task was complete; Typhon had finished the Agoge, revealed his egg, and learned of his future. It would be a good one, blessed by the gods, if Sabaoth had been telling him the truth, but Ty already knew he was blessed. The voice that encouraged and taught him had shown him during his challenge, and the young wolf could still see, vividly, the form that had been burned into his subconscious. Fenrir's voice echoed often through his head, but his form, impossible to describe, was now permanent. Intense green eyes, even brighter than his own, haunted him even as he rested, his immense body curled into a surprisingly small ball at the base of a bush deep in Kairos territory.

He had not slept since stealing away with his eagle egg, and after the breaking and a short chat with his uncle, Typhon had collapsed in the spot he knew to be furthest from the chaos of his humongous pack. The swamp had never been full of activity, even when he was a pup and running wild with Olympus and Othrys. They had visited, sure, but left just as soon, as the danger of crocodiles was nothing to play around with. While his sleep had been undisturbed, the wolf woke with a start and lifted his head, suddenly on edge. There was nothing in the vicinity to have alarmed him, but he felt defensive all the same.

Huffing out a breath, the male growled and lifted himself from the floor of the swamp, wondering if some vague disturbance from the central packlands had somehow reached his tall ears and woken him. In case that were true, Typhon decided the best course of action was the move further into the quiet, and so he lifted his paws and carried himself even further from his family; he had missed them, sure, and he would need to reunite properly with Datura at some point, but for now his exhaustion meant that he needed more rest.

As he moved through the trees and vines that made up the swamp, Ty picked up a scent he vaguely knew but was mostly unfamiliar with. It was decidedly feminine, and reeked of Goliath underneath the majority, meaning this must be one of his father's consorts. What she was doing in the swamp, Typhon did not know, though it was not necessarily his business, either. Regardless, the male resigned himself with a sigh and headed toward the tree underneath which the female rested, though he could not see her from where he stood.

While he did not approach silently, neither did the male announce his presence until he had skirted the trunk and come into view of the dark female, nearly hidden against the shady tree. His gargantuan body dwarfed her even from the distance he respectfully gave her, but this was something he had expected; Goliath coveted females who were a quarter his size, as was evidenced by Datura, and so Ty had deduced that whomever it was hiding in the swamp would also be as diminutive as his mother.

But, as he had come to learn, size meant little when it came to females, for Typhon had met many fiery ladies who came nowhere near his height, and whom could intimidate many wolves larger than themselves. Thus, when he met the eyes of Messoria and only a slight recognition came to him, he none-the-less dipped his massive head toward the ground in a bow, casting his eyes downward for only a moment before setting them back upon the consort.

"My apologies for interrupting your private moment," he said smoothly, his voice reflecting only a fraction of his tired nature and making up for it with charm. "I was searching for a secluded place myself, but it appears you've found the ideal one. Messoria, I presume? I think I remember you," he added, losing his professional voice in favor of his more informal one, his face turning up in a small grin to match. "Though it would have been in the dens, where I loathed to be. Too crowded."

Settling himself, Typhon curled his long tail around on leg and laid on the ground before the female, feeling as though he were towering over her even though they were several feet apart. The male was silent for several moments, inspecting her, wondering what she was doing so far from the majority of the rest. Then again, he was in the same boat; perhaps Messoria, too, was a creature who preferred the company of herself to others. Quit speculating and ask, filtered through his brain, and Typhon flicked an ear as though getting rid of a fly.

"Perhaps I'm not the only wolf who prefers to avoid the bustle of the uninteresting," he said after a moment, perking his ears forward and lifting his eyebrows as though in question. "I don't blame you. Much of Kairos is... unsavory, to say the least." Two beats later, the wolf laughed and grinned again, flashing his teeth. "Maybe I should introduce myself, in case you don't recognize me anymore. I've grown a bit since the dens. Typhon," he added, his grin widening after he spoke.

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[Messoria]

A rustling in the murky forest drew Messoria’s gaze, ears flicking atop her skull. From the sounds of it, it was someone large – though Messoria had long ago stopped expecting every hulking beast on Kairos to be Goliath. The majority of the pups born to the last season were the size of the Emperor himself, with a few being even larger. It could have been any of them, she supposed, though she was not entirely sure how many of them had returned from the Agoge as of yet. In the end it was a familiar face who stepped into view directly across from where she sat, though he was much larger than he’d been the last time she’d seen him. Typhon was massive now, towering well over her dainty frame, his green eyes meeting hers as he nodded respectfully to her.

”No apologies needed,” Messoria said, her clear, bell-like voice carrying well in the silence of the swamp. ”And yes; I’m Messoria.” It didn’t surprise her that he didn’t remember her well; it had been so long since she’d seen him. She’d watched him occasionally when he was much smaller, but then she’d given birth to her own litter, and it had all been a blur of tiny faces, loud voices, and flailing limbs ever since. Even when she and the other mothers had collectively lay sprawled along the cavern walls, watching their young ones wrestling and rolling, she’d found that there were far more pups than there was time to interact with each and every one of them.

"Perhaps I'm not the only wolf who prefers to avoid the bustle of the uninteresting. I don't blame you. Much of Kairos is... unsavory, to say the least.”

Messoria laughed, glancing around her as if she expected an army of wolves to come stampeding through the trees now that Typhon had acknowledged the calmness here. ”I thought that I might as well enjoy the brief moments of silence while I still can. Ina’mos will be swarmed with pups again soon.” There was a wry twist to her words, but no bitterness; she enjoyed puppies, as exhausting and loud as they might have been.

His introduction was startling, and she turned her gaze to him once more. She remembered him very well, though she hadn’t seen him quite as much as she had the other pups. To say he’d grown was an understatement – even laying down as he was now, he was nearly of height with her while she was sitting. ”I remember you. I watched you when you were very young, several times. You weren’t as much of a pain as some of your siblings though. Lilith exhausted me.” She hadn’t watched Lilith very much, either, but on the occasions that she had, she recalled the relentless curiosity and the boundless energy of the large femme. ”You have gotten frighteningly large, though. Even larger than your father.”

She still marveled at how much had changed in just a short year. All of the pups were close to grown now, fitting comfortably into their adult frames. Her own sons were included in this, something that made her feel a mingled sense of pride and sadness. ”The Agoge looks like it treated you well enough. You’ve just returned?”

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[Typhon]

 His suspicions confirmed, Typhon felt much more at ease before the female he somehow recognized. Not that he had been troubled or uncomfortable, by any means; he simply preferred to know everything there was to know in his homeland, and had he mistaken Messoria for someone else, it would have been an embarrassing mistake. True, it had been nearly a year since she and Typhon would have interacted in the dens, but they had always been so crowded, and it seemed much more time had passed the harder he thought about it.

In reality, he had spent only a few short months away from his home. The Agoge had not been long, and yet it felt as though he had aged considerably more than he had. All of his litter mates, he was sure, were in the same position, but he had not mentioned it to any of them. Perhaps he and Lilith could discuss it, once Typhon had gotten some rest, though it seemed he would not be getting any more sleep until he was finished speaking to Messoria.

The mention of pups brought Typhon's full attention back to the female, and his grin became a softer, more meaningful smile at her words. The male had not yet met any pups beyond those he had grown up with--who, of course, were pups no longer--but after speaking to Sabaoth about his new family, Ty found the idea of interacting with pups utterly fascinating. After all, he had been a pup only a short year ago, and he remembered the curiosity, the trouble, the exploration that all pups went through. Seeing it through different eyes would be not only enlightening but, he thought, rewarding.

"I can't wait to see how many little ones we end up with. Perhaps as many as when I was just a pup," he said, an almost longing note to his masculine voice as he glanced upwards to daydream. Little paws and tails flashed by in his mind, something he never would have thought would be appealing to him. "Though I daresay Kairos will need to expand a bit more if we really intend to keep filling it with young." A laugh followed, though he quickly sobered as he remembered that, for as many wolves as were being born into Kairos, some were leaving as well.

Shifting his eyes back to Messoria, Typhon realized vaguely that it was two of her own that had left, along with a pair the male knew little about--who had she been? That traitor who had left with her daughter and assumed her poor son would be kept safe in the clutches of her abandoned pack, what had been her name? He could not remember, though if he had ever known he likely would not have remembered. She was, after all, beneath his notice. It was not his place to reprimand those who offended Kairos--though he would not mind a position that allowed him the liberty.

Typhon barked out a laugh at the thought of Lilith being babysat, and his grin came back easily to his face as he turned his gaze back to the older wolf. "I sense there are more colorful words you would normally use to describe my hellish sister," he teased, winking at the consort and quirking his eyebrows as though to goad her into saying more. "Personally, I'm surprised any of us survived her."

Back to the Agoge turned her words, and Ty shook his head briefly, gesturing to his shoulders so that Messoria could see the sets of scars--one courtesy of Saba, the other of a cliff--that were beginning to heal there. "On the contrary, the Agoge treated me brutally. But I learned much of value, and I have begun to step closer to a life of meaning." Reverance, that was what he didn't recognize in his tone, that knowledge that the Agoge had not been a pointless endeavor. It had shaped his future, or at least begun to; all he needed to do was continue to hone his edges until he chipped away the pup he used to be, and became the adult his mother knew he would be.

With a satisfied look on his face, Typhon inclined his head to Messoria as though to thank her. "I'm sorry that Morrigan and Nimue left," he said in a soft and kind tone, "But I'm sure you inspired them to achieve more than they thought they could. Maybe without really trying." Ty did not know this wolf well, but it was clear that her concise way of speaking that her wisdom was worth listening to, and he hoped she would grace him with more than questions during their chance meeting.

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Notes || Beep boop Typhon is the best. Also why haven't I threaded with Messy before right now because I love her??

[Messoria]

The idea of ending up with as many pups as the previous year made Messoria laugh, shaking her head just slightly. It was endearing to see how Typhon loved pups, but she could not imagine babysitting the sheer amount that she had the year before. Still, if she had to, she would. It was one of her duties as Consort; she had a relatively easy life otherwise. At least watching young would give her something to do at last. ”I’m hoping for a bit of a smaller brood this year,” she commented with a shrug of her shoulders. ”Perhaps I should wish for a large one, but five was a good number for my first litter, and they kept me busy constantly.” Still, she would not have changed it. She loved each of her children dearly, even the ones who had left to begin a life of their own. As for Lilith…again her laugh filled the silence of the swamp. ”Your sister was always a hellion. So inquisitive, and determined. I found that watching her was nearly as exhausting as watching my entire litter on my own. But I hear she’s doing quite well now, like you.” With the reverent way he spoke of the agoge, Messoria could only hope that her own sons – Hyperion and Croix – found similar meaning from the experience. She did not worry for them as much as she once had. They were large, strong boys, and they would make her proud.

And then he spoke of the thing that had been the object of Kairos gossip for some time: her own daughters, who had left Kairos to find meaning in their own lives. She sighed, her gaze falling wistfully upon some distant object that she did not truly see as she considered his words. ”I suppose that I should be happy for them. They left with their father’s blessing, and they make me so proud. But I miss them every day.” It was an admission that she no longer grudgingly made. She’d realized that it was not weak for a mother to miss her children; in fact, perhaps it made her stronger. ”In the beginning, I wondered what I’d done wrong. I thought I’d influenced them somehow – been too lenient, perhaps even too strict, too unobservant. But I was a good mother, Typhon.” She said this last bit firmly, her heated gaze swinging round to meet his, eyes blazing with surety. ”I loved them. I still do. And I hope that they are well.”

She quieted then, considering what she’d told her nephew. He was considered an adult now by all means, and something about Typhon’s agreeable nature set her at ease. She did not regret revealing her emotions to him. ”I don’t mean to unload my feelings upon you. It feels odd to even share after so long of keeping it locked inside. But one day you will have little ones of your own, and you’ll understand the bittersweet irony of letting them go after protecting them for so very long.” There was no regret in her tone; instead she smiled, the movement softening her features. ”I fear I cannot offer you advice on how to be a warrior, only on parentage – for I make a dreadfully poor soldier. But it seems like you don’t need much help with that, anyways.” She glanced away once more, thinking over what she had revealed to him. One specific part of Morrigan and Nimue’s story that she’d admitted looped in her mind: they’d had their father’s blessing, something that one other femme who’d left the pack had not. ”You’ve heard of the other deserter, I assume?” She asked him, wondering what he thought of Kiva. ”The one who left behind her son?”

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[Typhon]

What a wonderful wolf I have run into today, Typhon thought as he listened to Messoria speak of litters past and future. She was polite, eager to speak to him, and overall a delight to be around, and the young male found himself glad that he had not been able to sleep elsewhere. Missing out on the life of the pack was not worth a bit of rest, even if he had been utterly exhausted from the Agoge; it would benefit him much more to get out and speak to others, especially if he planned to gather bodies to take with him when he chose to swipe land from another pack for Kairos.

Messoria, he knew, would not come; it was very near the breeding season, and Goliath did not allow his various females to leave the island during that time. It was too dangerous for them and his offspring, supposedly, though of course a potential battle for territory would not be the safest place for a wolf swollen with pups. Shaking those thoughts from his head, Ty returned to the matter at hand, and left his daydreams for another time.

"I'd say five is plenty, but considering how much work we can be, I don't blame you wishing for a bit less," he responded, smiling fondly at her as he did so. "Not to mention that we might have even more mating pairs this season than last; I haven't been able to fully asses how many new wolves there are, but I have met a friend of Sabaoth's already and I don't doubt that there will be more. Expanding is the nature of our family, it seems." Though he alluded to Odara, he did not mention her by name just yet. She had been an odd cookie, but from what he could tell, the two of them had gotten along well. Odara had warmed up to him when he had stopped taking offense to her advice--unwarranted as it had been.

A compliment reached his ears, though she had spoken first of how well Lilith was doing, and Typhon nodded. "She and I are equal in many ways, it's true," he said, "And we've both returned from the Agoge as better wolves. Hopefully we keep impressing others, or scaring them; whichever helps our reputation of being fierce beasts." Jokingly he lifted his lips and bared his giant teeth, laughing as he did so. "Not that any wolves of Kairos don't know already."

Immediately his face fell back into careful neutrality, for talk of Messoria's two daughters was nothing to sneer at. Emotion filled the air as though it were humidity in the middle of summer, but it was calm and cool, as the female seemed to be at all times, and though she spilled many words she perhaps might not have said to most, Typhon was honored that she would reveal such feelings to him without skipping a beat. Additionally, she felt no remorse any longer for herself or her parenting in regards to their leaving, and that was very much important.

"You absolutely were a good mother, that much is obvious," he replied quietly, his tone serious. "Had you not been, they would still be here causing trouble instead of striking out on their own and making a life for themselves. Perhaps I and Lilith and my other siblings woudn't be successful either, if you hadn't been there for us just as readily as Datura." It was not often that Ty compared anyone to his mother--in fact, he had never done so with the exception of Sabaoth--but there was no doubt in his mind that Messoria deserved kinder words than even he gave her.

She even apologized, for saying what she did, and received a grand smile in return. "On the contrary, I should thank you for sharing with me. It is no small feat to reveal ones feelings, especially to a silly brute like myself. I'm infinitely glad that you've realized your worth in regards to your children, and I'm sure they feel much the same toward you. They would not had said goodbye if they did not appreciate the time you gave them." In that moment, Typhon wanted to somehow comfort the female, to nuzzle her as he would his own mother, but it did not seem appropriate, and so he remained where he was, the idea flashing behind his eyes only.

Messoria had glanced away for a moment, no doubt thinking about her children, but returned her gaze to speak of the other recent departure, the one that was much more scandalous and insulting to all of Kairos. "I will admit that I did not know her personally," he started, feeling a bit of anger rise within him the more he thought about it, "But I daresay she made a foolish decision in abandoning Kairos. I'm surprised that Goliath has not publicly labeled her a traitor and sent her punishment." Briefly he imagined being the one sent to give her what she deserved, and the thought of harming her was more pleasing than he would have imagined. "Perhaps he would like to go do it himself."

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[Messoria]

More breeding pairs than last year.

The very idea instilled feelings of both pride and concern in the delicate femme; pride because to see Kairos continue to thrive season after season made her heart sore for her mate, for her children, for the friends she’d come to make…but there had been so very many last year, sired by both Goliath and Titan. If Messoria had believed that the previous general’s absence would lessen the amount of pups born this season, she’d been wrong; Sabaoth had stepped up to take Titan’s place, seemingly in more ways than one. The Consort had not yet met the femme who Typhon referred to, but she assumed that it was not Roka, who Messoria had caught fleeting glimpses of. She hadn’t had much of an opportunity to speak with the scarred femme yet – she’d become pregnant quite early, or perhaps quite late, and she’d taken to the dens to birth her young not long ago. Messoria had heard that Roka was a fiercely protective mother, and so the chestnut-streaked fae had settled for keeping her distance unless Roka wished for help with her young ones.

It was becoming quickly apparent that Typhon had matured into a light-hearted young male – at least with his family and close ones, it seemed. Messoria smiled as he spoke further of Lilith, her gaze once more sweeping upwards to take in Typhon’s considerable size, which she knew was equal to Lilith’s. ”I believe ‘scaring’ is most accurate,” she said, a hint of a laugh creeping into her tone. ”When I first encountered Goliath, I’d never seen a wolf of his size before. It was impressive and a little daunting all at once. If you’d told me back then that his children would one day be even larger, I might have fainted.” She was outright laughing now, remembering the days when she’d first laid eyes upon the wolf who would become the father of her own fearsome children – Morrigan and Hyperion towering over even Nimue, who was no small wolf herself, with poor Fawn seeming downright tiny in comparison. And as her thoughts turned to her children, so too did the conversation.

Messoria was not entirely sure why she had confided in Typhon; the last time she had even hinted at her feelings around the Emissary, Inara, she’d been peppered with questions and had immediately regretting her decision. But it seemed as if it had been the right thing to do on this occasion, for Typhon offered understanding and even – if she was not misinterpreting the look in his gaze – fondness. It was not entirely unlike the look she had seen in her own son’s eyes upon gazing at their mother, and she smiled, comforted by the sight of it. ”Thank you for listening,” she told him, a simple statement that relayed how much she truly appreciated it.

All of the lightheartedness she’d seen in the male disappeared as talk of Kiva rose; she felt her own anger stir at the very thought of it, vivid fire-hued eyes narrowing just slightly. ”Before I was granted the position of Consort, I was a huntress, for a very short while. I hunted alongside Kiva then, but still knew so little about her. I thought it was odd when she left Ina’mos to give birth to her litter on Vor’asa…it was simply not something that was done. And then she left, abandoning her son…” Messoria stopped, shaking her head. To leave Kairos without Goliath’s blessing was already a grievous offense, but to abandon one’s own child…the mother in Messoria recoiled at the idea. ”I do not think Goliath will let it be forgotten. She will grow comfortable thinking that he has…but eventually, she will have to pay for her consequences.”

There was a long silence and then Messoria shook herself, drawing herself out of her thoughts. ”It is a little maddening, but I suppose I won’t have very much time to think of it soon,” she said. ”Are you excited to have more siblings? I know it must have been a bit stressful sometimes as a young one, surrounded by so many other pups and hassled mothers…” She trailed off, waiting. She could only assume by the way Typhon had softened at the idea of pups earlier that he would be happy to have newborn siblings, but she could not be sure.

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[Typhon]

Upon hearing that Messoria feared Goliath when she first met him, the young male was not surprised. She was such a dainty, tiny little thing, and half of Kairos towered over her; even the seemingly regular-sized wolves were hefty compared to her. When her joyous laughter filled the small area they sat in, Typhon grinned along with her, almost having to fight a laugh down himself. Her happiness was infectious, it seemed, but for some odd reason he did not feel as though he should laugh as well. Perhaps it was just that he was tired, or something else he couldn't decide. "I love my mother, but I must say that I am exceptionally glad to have taken after Goliath, at least physically," Ty responded, his voice light. "I'm not sure I would be quite as impressive if I were not a giant."

Typhon knew that he made an impressive sight; even from a distance, it would be clear to anyone familiar with the giants of Anikira that he was a ridiculous, almost comically-large wolf. Anyone who did not know of the immense bloodlines that flooded the land would likely assume he was a bear until they took a good look. His genetics were a large part of why he held so much confidence, and the rest lay in equal parts with his own confidence and the thought that Fenrir was with him always, helping and supporting him in every endeavor he attempted. No doubt he would allow for the takeover of Kal'dyne as easily as he had the Agoge; if not, it would be because Typhon did not deserve such a victory.

When Messoria thanked him for listening, Typhon tilted his head to the side, somewhat confused. It seemed a silly thing, for someone to thank him for having ears, really; the consort may not have been true family, but Ty more than considered her a part of his. Considering her loyalty to Kairos and his father, it was likely that he could trust her as well as any other wolf he had grown up to know. Considering they had not spoken much, he supposed she would have normally been more selective about what she said to him, but all the same, he was happy to listen. "Any time," he replied softly, nodding his head with a smile.

As the reason for Kiva's loss of standing in the pack was described, Typhon felt confused. Why would a mother leave her home to birth pups? Was it not safest in Kairos' secluded den site? She clearly took an unneccessary risk, not only by leaving the protection of the pack but also straining herself to swim from the island and give birth in a foreign land. "Seems stupid of her, to have left. She had everything she needed here, why would she go?" he asked, shaking his head. "And leaving her son..." Suddenly his voice was heated, his eyes alight with a flare of anger.

Abandoning a pup was, to him, a horrendous and unforgivable deed. Goliath could have tortured or killed him for information, thrown him in the sea to drown, used him to gain leverage upon his mother. Why, for the love of Fenrir, would she leave her son to such a fate? Typhon's chest heaved slightly as his breathing rate increased, though he stifled the anger as quickly as he could, casting his eyes down to his massive paws to watch them flex, claws digging into the dirt.

The subject matter changed, perhaps hastily, back to the coming season, and Typhon's rage subsided again as quickly as it had risen, his inherited temper cooling thanks to the traits he had acquired from his mother. Speaking of Datura... "I admit, while I am excited for the coming of new young... I fear I will become jealous when my mother's attention is too occupied with the new to notice the old," he said with a small chuckle, again shaking his massive head. "Silly of me, I know. Without new life, Kairos would die. Call it a character fault." Turning his bright eyes back to Messoria, he kept his lips turned up in a smile, genuinely enjoying her presence. "But I will very much enjoy helping with them. I'm hoping Sabaoth and Roka will allow their little ones out soon so that I can meet them."

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