male | seven | tied to striker | cobryn x enigma
Solitaire could only hope to be a good father, and he would do his best, there should be no doubt of that. Yet he really wasn't sure all that was entailed with the situation he was in, so he was going to wing most of it. As for the healing stuff, he did think that could come in handy if ever there were any injuries and illnesses. He would want to teach his children the healing skills that he had, though if they decided to take other paths in life, he was okay and supportive of that, too. He simply wanted what was best for them, and he couldn't wait to know them and play with them, to watch them grow. It was all so very exciting, and strange to realize that he felt this way about it all when he had thought he wouldn't ever be a father to begin with. But now that the chance was here, Solitaire was thrilled beyond belief.

As for what the mother looked like, this was not up to Solitaire in any way whatsoever. Of course Ambrosia was attractive, though Solitaire still didn't think he felt much on any romantic scale towards her. This was all a part of the deal, and he was ever so grateful that she was a kind, sweet kind of wolf. That was what mattered to him. He thought that she would be a great mother, and honestly he didn't think it would have been a better female if he had tried to pick one for such a thing. Not that he would have, but it was what it was, and now that the possiblity was so close and within reach, Solitaire didn't want to let it go. However, there was no charm to have been given by him, because that was never part of anything. He could only be honest about all of it, and hope for the best. But nervous? Oh yes. So very much.

Solitaire figured that he could tell Tristan anything, but the subject of girls didn't really come up. His own imprint didn't seem like something that needed to mention, because she wasn't really around, and Solitaire felt very little on that connection. Only when he had been near her... maybe three times? Did anything feel like anything. It was simply strange to him. Anyway, Glorall was his home, and he had no intentions of leaving it. Solitaire felt strongly about his birthplace, about the fact that Tristan was here and this was where he wanted to be. Tristan looked thrilled at the news that he wasn't leaving as well; that was written all over his brother's face. It wasn't as if he would in any way be empowered if he went to Diveen, and even if he could have been, it wasn't for him. "It's all good. I wouldn't want to leave you anyway." He said with a firm nod. The next part, though... "It's not like I got to pick, you know." He said with sheepish chuckling.