Pandora couldn't remember being happier than she was right now; Tanner looked to be making a full recovery and the family was gathered once again in harmony...the gars happiest when they could play the instruments and lift the crowd with their singing.
She glanced again at Ob,his wink telling her he was just as happy as she was. Pandora knew he fretted about his hair; she thought she might look into her mother's spells to see if there was a spell; or herbal concotion that might speed hair growth...although he was her handsome brute whatever way he wore his hair. Ob caught her eye with a wicked grin that said he was the same; regardless of his shorn locks.
Pandora laughed, and watched as the children imitated the rock movements of their fathers.
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