Through the Fire and the Flame we Carry On

Epitaph turned out to be an excellent listener, his mismatched ears and curious forest green gaze. He took in everything Rhyme had to say about his three other children. The former slave wore his emotions freely, and frowned as Rhyme gave him his worries about Verse. Epitaph seemed to ponder for a moment as he offered a bit of comforting affection. ”Things will work out…” Rhyme even managed a smile as Epitaph made a poor joke. The slate alpha shook his head. Epitaph offered to meet up with his tiny daughter.

”I think she would like that. As would I.” He answered the midnight sliph as he sighed softly into the night. ”They’re so young. It’s not fair they have to learn the cruelties of the world. Especially from their own mother.” The thought hurt, that Tana would so easily disappear from her children’s lives.