"Waaaa…!" the boisterous cry of an infant lit up in a warm room. "Waaaa…!"
Kane crouched, gazing at his young son with a soft gaze of affection as he rocked the cradle gently despite the immense power within his arms. The dark room within their home grew quiet as his baby son stopped crying, calming down in the presence of his father.
He simply rocked his son's cradle gently, enjoying the blissful silence of his dozing baby boy. The air in the room was laced with the odor of milk, kept warm by a special room heater that ensured that none of the visceral cold that the Town of Hajin experienced each year could so much as touch him.
The baby boy was plump, with bouncy cheeks that gently jiggled with each rocking motion. His light olive skin resembled Fae's fair skin, while, in turn, he had inherited Fae's silky silver hair.
Kane was happy that the young boy had inherited his clear green eyes, however.
