The soft glow of the blood moon graced the sandy shores of Naiadon, casting long shadows that danced around the lively figure of Callisa. The baby Kraken was immersed in her play, sending out dark green flames from her pincers and watching in fascination as they licked at the chilly air while Asher and Isola were watching.
Asher had told Rowena that she can take care of the affairs in the north while he would stay here for a while to play with Callisa.
He felt playing with Callisa should deepen their connection and not let Isola gain the upper hand. It also did feel amusing to watch her do silly things on her own. He wondered if he would feel the same if he was to raise his own kid? For a certain reason, Rowena's face flashed in his mind since he knew one of his duties involved giving her a heir.
