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Looking down at Calairiel, the concern in her husband’s lavender eyes was unmistakable –for her at least. Although Nimavel generally masked his emotions behind a façade of apathy, his sentiments were occasionally projected through his piercing eyes. One merely needed to know how to interpret each respective gaze. Calairiel did.
“She will be jealous.”
Nimavel explained, sighing as he rested both hands upon his wife’s slender shoulders. As much as he cared for their children, he cared far more for Calairiel and the indissoluble bond that they shared. But what emotional pains would afflict her as a result of a potential interfamilial conflict?
Alassiel could be difficult at times, and children her age sometimes needed more attention than ones even as young as Saerwen or Caladwen.
Waiting for his love to comment, he draped an arm across her shoulders and continued to walk with her along the beach. The touch of the waves against the sandy shore momentarily riveted his attention, and his eyes, darkening somewhat, looked southward. It was a beautiful day. He hoped that it would stay that way.
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