Exton

Star disappears around the side of the house and Keon leads his mount from the trees. The vial of Cassandra's blood lies warm against the hollow of his throat. There is no doubt he is doing what is best for Mera. But is he doing what is best for himself? Keon pushes that thought from his mind.

Indecision was never something that held him back from action. Closing his eyes, he takes the first step towards the cottage. Keon whistles, a high piercing sound that has Trooper tearing around the side of the building. The Hound bounds back towards the front, acting like a young pup instead of the seasoned warrior he truly is.

Star's eyes reflect the riot of emotions she is feeling, showing her telltale colors of happiness, yet worry and sadness. Keon hopes what he has to say will ease her sadness. He whispers to the stallion and he trots away, disappearing into the shadows. Keon steps up on the porch and leans against a post, not taking Mera from Star's arms. He folds his own across his chest watching his daughter stare back at him with somber eyes.

" 'Tis a glorious mornin', is it not?" He lets his gaze drift over Star and Mya, settling again on his daughter. "Two beautiful women, and the most beautiful of babies, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the lovely flowers of the garden." He looks out over the lawn, seemingly lost in thought. Trooper bumps his hip and Keon's hand finds the grizzled head to scratch between the Hound's ears. "Is Erik busy? There is... there is something I need to discuss with ye both."