by EchoOfShatteredIce » Sun Mar 31, 2019 11:28 am
"Your handwriting is quite stunning," he complimented, watching him write. "Honestly? I don't. I don't know what'll do, who I'll pick. Whoever my father wants me to marry, I suppose. I don't have one I'm interested in."
Ashr was sitting on the porch of a house in town, a genuine smile on his face. He lifted a baby girl, who was around three years old, up in his arms, blowing her kisses. She giggled happily, her limbs wiggling joyfully. He didn't notice Gale and Flyer walking, too focused on the child who's features matched his.