Exton

Ob sighs. holding Pandora close. He holds her head to his chest, closing his eyes.

"Mujer... This is not a good time to go somewhere alone. First babies take time. Monty is a good man, but he is not immune to High Fae glamour. You must wait for me when you go out."

There is a tension in him that has not yet abated. Monty lounges nearby, watching the stars which are beginning to make their appearance in the deepening gloom. The trees bring an early night beneath their canopy. Small residents find shelter among the brush, awaiting the babies' arrivals.

A sudden wailing fills the evening. Ob relaxes his grip on Pandora. "Lead vocals with lungs like that..."

Ob touches Stoney's thoughts, smiling at the images of the babies.

"Boy, golden haired, dark eyed... girl, dark haired, violet eyed.... no mistaking whose bambinos they are..."