The baby reached out fascinated by the leaves of the young tree. However, having had her own hair pulled… Yatrel made sure that her child could not damage her family's work. Ondua beamed at the sight of his youngest… *willfully* oblivious to the complexities behind the teenager's reactions.
Elua and Qatrand remained to bask in the tranquil moment even after the reddish-blonde haired woman took her youngest back inside. The brunette man chose not to linger more than another minute after that, but reminded his daughter that dinner would be served soon.
They stood in the comfortable silence of an embrace and watched rays of sunlight filtering through the rustling canopies of larger trees. The blonde's mind wandered to her eventual mother-in-law's comment. An uncertain mix of emotions began to swirl in her spirit and she hesitated to ask a question.
"El, about what your mother said... about children..."
