castillon of the prairie.

“Only if you’re sure,” Vervain said and Castillon bobbed his head rather easily, despite having been volunteered for the job rather than choosing it himself. Like his father, Castillon always found he enjoyed spending time watching over children of whatever age. His siblings born season by season as he grew up in the Prairie had taught him to be a role-model to varying ages all before his first daughter had been born and he’d learned the responsibilities of fatherhood.

“‘Course I am, sis,” he offered verbally, giving her a small smile. He almost reached out to gently touch her cheek, but there was something in Nephilim’s gaze that made him stay back. Not that he feared his closest friend, cousin-yet-brother would attack him for coming close to her… but something that quietly told Castillon in that non-verbal way they communicated to give Vervain her space. He and Nephilim would have plenty to discuss later. He grinned and winked at Vervain, “Plus, this little one is pretty stinkin’ cute, maybe she can help me give Aura baby fever.” If he had eyebrows to wiggle, he just might have.

Another thing he shared in common with his father, his ability to crack a joke during any tense situation.

Castillon looked at Vela. “What do you say kiddo? Want to come spend some time with Uncle Cas and Aunt Aura? We can show you some pretty cool orchards…” He trailed off, trying to make it sound very enticing despite the fact she may not know what orchards were. Trying to convince a child to leave a mother’s side to be alone with stranger’s wasn’t always easy, but maybe if he enticed her by the unknown in the same happy voice he’d heard Vervain use with her…

He had a feeling just as Nephilim wanted to shuffle Vervain off to somewhere quiet, his father wanted to speak with Daire. He had caught his father’s blue eyes skipping over to the older mare quite a few times.

whoever makes my baby cry is gonna lose some teeth tonight
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