11-08-2015, 01:47 AM
Solara comes to my call. Oh, how I needed to work on my parenting skills. "Solara, do you wish to nurse? There is still some milk left." I say, trying to get the child to eat. Kiano was finished, now nibbling on the grass near me. I think to myself, wondering where he got those sharp-ish cheekbones. Kii's and hers were both smooth and soft. Then she lets her mind wander, loose in thought land.