Abaddon walked down the stairs groggily.
The extra weight he was carrying on his back and in his arms was still sleeping peacefully.
Neither Mira nor Zahara showed any signs of waking any time soon, though they would occasionally stir just to nestle closer to him.
It was nice. A bit tiring, but nice all the same. Abaddon had almost forgotten what it was like to wake up to one of his children hovering around in his room.
He made his way down the stairs and found his way into the kitchen.
Last night's drinking party had dampened his capacity for speech. Instead of speaking to the individuals present, he was reduced to a wave of his tail and a gruff noise that barely passed for a greeting.
Ayaana fluttered lovingly to her husband and wife.
She kissed Abaddon and Zahara on the cheek once each and ran her hands through Mira's hair.
"I hope the two of you didn't miss me much last night."
