Wolfe looked up from a report on the newest Academy funding initiative as he heard awkward footsteps coming into his room.
Ivan was holding Drazzit's hand as the Dark Elf led the young Magi into his office.
"He insisted on walking." She explained, as the boy beamed in pride at showing off his new skill.
"Hi Papa. Do you have cookies?" Ivan asked in his musical tenor.
Wolfe smiled as he inwardly tried to calculate where the time had gone. He saw the kids every single day, but he swore that just last week they were newborns. Now, Ivan was walking, talking, and soon he would be a going concern for the staff.
His smile had a hint of magic to it that even the Succubi recognized as an unfair advantage.
Wolfe didn't know which of the parents it had come from, but somewhere in his genome was a passive magical ability that increased his charisma.
