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Hymn was so happy to see his mother share in his joy, their family had grown in his absense and he had always regretted that she had missed the birth of her own grandchildren but he was glad he could at last share the news. She pushed into him and he gently nosed the top of her head, drawing in her familiar scent. It soothed him to once more find comfort his mother.
Ara asked of his mate and he didn't miss the playful look. He feigned a frown, furrowing his brow and sticking out his lower lips in a mockery of difficult thought. "Well last I checked that was certainly the plan..." He trailed off slightly, the teasing in his tone making it clear that he was certain that they would indeed both be staying with his mother.
His thoughts turned to his children again, and as they did he knew he needed to tell Ara one last thing. "Just in case you run into him without me, there is one thing you should know about Octave." He began, unsure how exactly to proceed, he loved his son obviously but even her sometimes was startled by the boy. "Octave takes after both his blood grandparents." He hated saying it that way, as far as he was concerned his children didn't have a grandfather to speak of, only two wonderful grandmothers but to lie about it wouldn't be helpful either. "Sometimes he's so much like mom I'm blown away. He's driven to help others and he's a meek creature, gentle as a butterfly. He cares so much and I know he'd do mom proud; he knows so much about herbs and the like, even at his age." He paused, his chest swelling with pride for his son. "But to look at him you might miss all that. He takes after him." He emphasized the pronoun. He didn't know if their biological father's name had ever even been uttered around him and he certainly didn't care. The only time they'd ever met Hymn had been much too young to know not to trust the brute and he'd earned a fang pressed to his throat for it. He hadn't said it then but that encounter had given him nightmares for weeks after, and he certainly wouldn't forget what the bastard had looked like. "You'd almost mistake them if it weren't for one particular marking, showing him to be a true destruction, under his right eye." He slowly eased a smile onto his face again, he certainly hadn't wanted to sour his reunion with his mother. "But he's incapable of hurting so much as a fly. He's smart too, much more than I am." He leaned into Ara then, a hint of melancholy in his voice. "They all are... I'd not be surprised to find they all make a name for themselves."
— hymn
'cause I can't be too loud
