meeting the next generation

[soulinflight]

Aligoté hadn't exactly been putting off this meeting, he'd simply been more busy with his own family. Own family... the thought warmed him as no words could describe. Having Maria and Merlot with him, meeting Khrista for the first time (and having it go reasonably well) he had been living the last week in a happy daze, a dream from which he didn't

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[papastolestars]

The pounding of feet proved that someone was home, and a moment later the door popped open and a curious little face peered out through the crack. "Hi! Who're you?"

[soulinflight]

Aligoté found himself staring, and could bring no words to leave his mouth. The small, pale face was so very much like Jing's had been at that age that the ex-Bonded felt faint.

And if there had been any question as to the child's parentage, they were laid to rest quickly. The hair was the same messy spikes, although a darker brown rather than black, and the eyes were vibrantly turquoise.

"Hello," he said, crouching down to meet the boy's gaze. "You must be Paris, right?"

[papastolestars]

The familiar voice coming from an unfamiliar source gave Paris a moment of pause. This person sounded just like his Uncle Kir, but this was certainly not an albatross.

"Uh-huh," he confirmed.