Young Altan reading stories to baby Rin <3
“Did I do something wrong?” Altan had asked her, his eyes round with fear.
Hanelai had kissed his forehead, “My darling, never, but you should not use the fire. I need you to promise me you won’t use it.”
“Okay, I promise,” Altan said, earnest and eager again, before bouncing off to tell Rin another story or sing her another song.
Yall go read i want auroras and sad prose i want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet by thetravelingbard
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