Peter Pan and all his Lost Boys

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It only took a little bit to spot his son, peering up in wonder at the sky through the leaves. Torin stifled a chuckle seeing the little boy posed as he was. He came up beside him, settling onto his haunches and turning his head upwards, he sat like that for a moment before breaking the silence. "What are we looking at?" He asked, curious what it was his son was so drawn in by. He cast a glance at Lachlan from the corner of his eye, then slowly lowered his gaze, turning his head to look at the red masked boy. He was in wonder with how much the coloration of his father had come through on his son, seemingly skipping him to reappear in two of his grandchildren. They were all gorgeous in his eyes of course, perfect in every way.