Azel sighed as he sank deeper into the sofa in the living room.
The cushions were soft and the air was peaceful… almost too peaceful for someone whose day had involved a volcanic eruption and a necromancer skull being punted through the air.
It had been hours since they left Lycas, and the calm was starting to feel foreign.
Medusa slept soundly beside him on the long couch, her head resting on his left thigh.
Her breathing was completely relaxed. Her hair had grown even longer during her pregnancy, silky and cool under his fingers as he absently stroked it.
On his right thigh, curled in a shy ball, was Anya.
She wasn't asleep… rather she was awake, stiff, and very aware of how close she was sitting to him.
Her hands were neatly folded over her lap and her face slightly turned away, but her cheeks were tinted a soft pink.
'This vacation… is nice but a bit boring,' Azel thought, flipping through a small book with his free hand.
