native-children

Shout out to Native kids who were told not to tell people they were Native to avoid harassment and racism.  

Shout out to Native kids who were told not to take anti-Native racism so seriously because “they don’t look native enough,” or because “that happened so long ago,” and how “they need to get over it.”

Shout out to Native kids who denied that part of who they were even if it broke their heart. 

Shout out to the Native kids who rebelled and were tormented for it. 

Shout out to Native kids who lost friends because they stood up for themselves.

Shout out to Native kids who are harassed by racist teachers.

Shout out to Native kids who want to connect with their culture but wonder if they even have a right to.

You are strong and beautiful and loved even if you feel lonely, isolated, and on your own. 

And if you need a friend, by all means, message me. I’m here.

This is probably one of the most depressingly heart-wrenching photos I’ve ever seen. Native American children taken from their families and put into school to assimilate them into white society. the slogan for this governmental campaign ’“kill the Indian to save the man”. no official apology has ever been issued. never forgotten.

In the late nineteenth century, government officials in both the United States and Australia devised new policies for indigenous peoples: “assimilation” in the United States and “protection” in Australia. As can be seen by Commissioner Morgan’s quote, officials often proclaimed that they were ushering in a new age of dealing fairly and kindly with the remaining indigenous inhabitants. Yet these new policies actually entailed one of the most draconian measures possible: the removal of indigenous children from their kin and communities to be raised in distant institutions. Instead of breaking with the past use of violence and force, these new approaches are best seen as part of a continuum of colonizing approaches, all aimed ultimately at extinguishing indigenous people ’s claims to their remaining land. 2 As the anthropologist Ann Laura Stoler finds, “The politics of compassion was not an oppositional assault on empire but a fundamental element of it”; the “production and harnessing of sentiment” comprised a key “technology of the colonial state.”

In both countries, government officials and reformers used a remarkably similar language to justify their policies. They routinely asserted that the removal of indigenous children from their families would “save” the children from lives of backwardness and poverty in their “camps” and “civilize” and make them “useful” in Australian and American societies. Authorities also warned that if children were not removed, indigenous people would become a “burden” or a “menace” to their emerging nations. Just underneath this articulated layer of justification lay a bedrock of concerns about defining and building the nation — as white, Christian, and modern. Policy makers regarded the surviving indigenous populations as standing in the way of national unity, modernity, and progress and envisioned child removal as a means to complete the colonization of indigenous peoples. Significantly, whereas U.S. authorities focused primarily on culturally assimilating Indian children, many Australian officials promoted the biological absorption of Aboriginal children, what they termed “breeding out the colour.” 

- from White mother to a dark race: settler colonialism, maternalism, and the removal of indigenous children in the American West and Australia, 1880-1940, by Margaret D. Jacobs (2009)

Horizon Zero Dawn and Cultural appropriation: A very different view.

For the first time EVER, I’m sitting on the other side of a discussion about appropriating native culture.  Why?  Well, let me lay the framework.

First off, I’m not a guy who “knows a Native American” or has a “Native friend”  I am a 100% Anishinabe (Ojibway) dude who lives on reserve and has fought racism, stereotypes, pan-Indianism, and cultural appropriation fiercely for as long as I can remember. I’ve been the victim of horrendous racial violence as a child, adolescent, and adult, and I’m also a gamer.

I am the first to point out anything that smacks of any of the above and after I saw the Dia Lacina essay on “Horizon: Zero Dawn” being culturally insensitive and appropriating Native culture, I felt for the first time in a situation like this that I had to say something in rebuttal.

Lacina takes issue with the use of the words Tribal, Primitive, Braves, and Savage being used in the game (fyi they’re used to describe predominantly white people in game and they’re White words we didn’t use to describe ourselves thus I claim no ownership of, nor want to, anymore than I want to be a redskin, Indian or Wahoo)  

It seems (IMO) that most of her beef comes from an apparent belief that numerous aspects of generic tribal culture that appear in the game (making clothing from skins, hunting with spears and bows, living in a Matriarchal society, etc) are the sole domain of the Native American and just to be safe and cleverly keep her POV less subject to scrutiny, she applies it even more broadly to indigenous people world wide (I will just refer to us in particular as NA cuz I’m lazy and I also don’t refer to myself as a Native American) and basically that anything that is remotely “tribal” shouldn’t be used in gaming without our or someone else’s permission.

 In fairness, I don’t know if she’s actually played the game but as someone who is currently in the midst of doing exactly that, I can tell you that I have a pretty good idea of what stuff triggered her being upset and why, and while I absolutely respect her right to get offended by whatever she likes, and she makes excellent points about some other games, I am going to point out that there are flaws with this logic.

First of all, the basics: HZD is set in a post-post-apocalyptic future where people are living in tribal groups in a very destroyed world.  Machines exist but as hybrid animal/dinosaur type creatures and technology is pretty much non-existent in day to day human life.  

The heroine of the story is a red haired, white girl named Aloy who lives as an outcast with her adopted father, Rost.  Without giving a lot away, they are fiercely shunned by the local tribe for something Rost did and also the fact that Aloy is motherless.  

Impressively and rightly, though somewhat dismissively remarked upon by Lacina, is the way women and especially women of color are portrayed so positively in-game as this particular tribe is a total Matriarchy run by elders of various ethnicity.  African, Asian, White, and a variety of undefined people of color are common everywhere in the game.  (The leader of one band of warriors is a very fierce, commanding, intelligently portrayed black woman with a powerful presence.)  It reflects a fairly global society from a “skin color” perspective without any horrible accents or broken speech.

They worship an “All-Mother” goddess and their culture is (at least how I saw a lot of it) fairly heavy on European i.e. Celtic, Germanic, Scandinavian, etc type symbolism and the rest is filled in with mostly generic tribal-ish stuff that you could find in countless cultures around the world.

 I really didn’t get a “Native American” vibe off the game.  Of course, I don’t automatically presume to claim sole ownership of things like tribal life, hunting with bows and spears, and worshiping spirits of various elements solely for my own.  Random fact: Because there are over 500 distinct First Nations in N. America, we, believe it or not, didn’t all ride horses, live in tipis, use bows and arrows, tobacco and sage, and worship Eagles and Wolves.  Why? Well…use your brain.  Tobacco and Sage don’t grow EVERYWHERE, horses came over with the Europeans (and if you saw where I live you couldn’t have and cant for the most part get a horse through the bush if you tried) Eagles and Wolves don’t live EVERYWHERE….get the point?  Anyways….

If you examine Rost, he like most of the men has a braided beard and other seemingly Viking/Middle Ages inspired features, is white, speaks clear, unbroken English, and is a loving, protective and very positive role model for the girl.   Aloy for her part, is also fairly Viking-esque (to the point of looking incredibly like Lagaertha from the show Vikings but with red hair) also Egrit from GoT, and is no damsel in distress who needs men to save her. NOWHERE in the game have I encountered any Tipis, wigwams, Sweatlodges, or Non-White people speaking in stereotypical “Me smoke-um peace pipe, He go dat-a way” fashion.

The  opening cinematic is very touching (and long) as we see the orphaned Aloy as a baby in Rost’s care being carried around in a bundle on his back (which pretty much every culture did in one form or another at some point in time) and him ultimately taking her to the spot where a child of the tribe receives it’s name.

I really liked this idea as it isn’t often portrayed in a lot of mediums outside of stereotypical “Dances With Wolves” bullshit. Also, naming ceremonies are not the sole domain of NA people and what occurs bears zero resemblance to any NA ceremony I know of.  (It was actually a little Lion King at one point lol) But it’s a powerful moment in the beginning with much more that occurs during it but I won’t spoil that either.

Aloy herself is a pretty complex character.  She’s extremely independent, defiant, and questions pretty much everything about why things are the way they are and wants to do something about it.  You actually begin playing her as a 6 year old which is pretty unique and even then she’s tough and fearless and determined to explore her world.  

She is in no way hyper-sexualized (I’m looking your way Overwatch) Her clothing and everyone else’s, is utilitarian and appropriate for the environments she lives in, and so far, I have not encountered anything with her or any other character that made me go “WTF?”and trust me, my radar for that shit is HIGHLY SENSITIVE.  This isn’t Avatar, people.  It’s not John Smith. It’s not The Great Wall or Pocahontas.  This isn’t white dude shows up and saves the helpless non-white people while helpless native woman falls in love with him stuff.  It’s a fictitious future where we maniacs blew it up, damn us all to hell!

But here’s the more annoying thing for me as an actual Anishinabe.  I don’t need people speaking for me or getting offended on my behalf.  I am very capable of doing that myself. I am also in no way writing this claiming to be speaking for any other NA people or persons. It’s based on my observations from actually playing HZD and examining the various fictional “cultural” elements in the game.

If you see a skin tied inside a hoop and automatically assume it’s a dreamcatcher” ripping off “our culture” (FYI Dreamcatchers are a 20th century thing whose popularity was a result of pan-Indianism that exploded in the 70s.) or if you see feathers on a spear or as part of a costume (nowhere is anyone wearing a single eagle feather in the back of a beaded headband or a Dakota looking headdress either) and automatically presume it to be ripping off NA culture, you’re REEEEEEEEEEALY reaching.  If you think caring for the environment, obeying matriarchs, worshipping elemental spirits, or making your own clothes is solely the property of NA culture, see previous statement.

By all means get offended.  Get offended by Chief Wahoo.  Get offended by the Washington Redskins.  Get offended that thousands of Native women have been murdered or gone missing and nothing’s been done about it.  Get offended by Johnny Depp or Robert Beltran playing Native people instead of actual Native people getting those roles.  Get offended by shit like Adam Sandler’s “Ridiculous 6” where a native woman is called a “hot piece of red prairie meat” or Depp’s “Lone Ranger” movie.

Get offended that my family was destroyed by the Residential Schools and that the 60s scoop took babies away from their families and people, that forced sterilizations took place and mass graves of dead Native children exist at former Residential School sites.

Don’t just jump on the I’m offended bandwagon because you saw some feathers or skins or spears or bows in a game and immediately grew indignant and wanted to claim them as OUR culture.  They’re not.  They’re almost globally universal in numerous cultures at various points in time.  Get offended, as she rightly mentioned, when the game Overwatch sexualizes the shit out of almost every female character and takes West Coast tribal art and makes a costume out of it.  

THAT is appropriation.  White people holding powwows in Europe (powwows are also pretty much not traditional and are extremely pan-Indian, not to mention full of us appropriating each other’s Native cultures ie. Dakotas wearing Jingle Dresses, Ojibway wearing Dakota regalia, etc) is appropriation.

This game……I’m just not seeing it the same way.  And I’m nobody.  I have no ties to Guerilla or anybody other than myself and my community.

Canadian government found liable for native children taken from families in “Sixties Scoop”

  • A Canadian judge ruled Tuesday in favor of thousands of indigenous children — now full-grown adults — who filed a class-action lawsuit against the government for forcibly removing them from their families between 1965 and 1984 in what became known as the “Sixties Scoop." 
  • According to the Guardian, those children were adopted by nonindigenous families as part of what plaintiffs alleged was a systematic effort to erase their cultural identity.
  • "The ‘scooped’ children lost contact with their families,” Ontario Superior Court Justice Edward Belobaba wrote in his decision. “They lost their aboriginal language, culture and identity.” Read more (2/14/17 5:08 PM)

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Support Native Americans

•support dark skinned natives
•support light skinned natives
•support white passing natives
•support natives whose first languages are their tribal languages
•support natives who cannot speak their tribal language
•support native children who have to teach themselves about their tribal culture
•support natives living on reservations
•support native kids who get asked if their parents live on a reservation
•support native kids who are taught to be embarrassed and ashamed of their heritage
•support métis people who might not know their heritage
•support métis people who aren’t native passing
•support native people who stick to traditional hair and dress styles
•support natives who practice their tribal religion
•support natives who follow mainstream fashion
•support natives who are told they’re “too Indian”
•support natives who are told they’re “not Indian enough”

•but above all, listen to what we have to say about our cultures, our histories, our future, our issues and our people.

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9 Havasupai Native American children are suing the US Bureau of Indian Education

  • Nine schoolchildren from the Havasupai Indian Reservation in Supai, Arizona, filed a lawsuit Thursday against the United States federal government for providing them with an inferior education.
  • The Bureau of Indian Education is required by federal law to give Native children educational opportunities that “equal or exceed those for all other students in the United States.” 
  • The suit alleges that BIE has fallen woefully short of that goal.
  • The only subjects taught at Havasupai Elementary are math, reading and writing. 
  • It lacks any kind of system to teach special education students, which make up roughly half the student body, according to the complaint.
  • As a result, children with disabilities and behavioral disorders are routinely excluded from school activities, removed from classrooms, suspended, expelled or handed over to federal law enforcement as a result of their disciplinary issues. 
  • Some are compelled to leave the school altogether and pursue education away from their tribal homeland (Havasupai Elementary is the only school on the entire 188,077-acre reservation).
  • The school is persistently understaffed, leading to unsupervised classrooms, longterm vacancies and schoolwide shutdowns lasting weeks at a time. 
  • Havasupai Elementary doesn’t even have a functioning school library. The most recent data, from the 2012-13 school year, showed that its students ranked in the 1st and 3rd percentiles — on a median scale of 1 to 100 — in reading and math, respectively. That puts them in last place among schools operated by BIE. Read more

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Percy can speak Pidgin and many other Pacific Island Languages. His favourite thing to do is talk sweet nothings to Annabeth in one of these languages.

Highschool. Oh highschool. I place that used to be for education and friendship has turned into a place of obedience and bullies. Test scores and graduation rates are more important than mental health. They do not teach you the slaughter of Native Americans, or the struggle of modern day racism, or the fight for gay rights. They do not teach you about sexual violence, oppression, and abuse. They never teach you about the real world. But they will make sure you know that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, how to find the slope of a line, and all the fancy facts about the presidents of America. They sugar coat everything, never show the raw truth. Teachers ignore children in need, children being bullied, children who are contemplating suicide. Maybe if we taught more about mental health and did not make it such a stigma we would increase the amount of children who come forward for help. Highschool is not about education and truth, it is all about trying to make every child’s mind work the same way. No room for creativity, imagination, growth, or health. Just make sure those test scores are high.

School dress codes aren’t only sexists, but there’s also racist and islamophobic.

I (First Nations, Mohawk) used to have hair past my chest but my middle school forced me to cut my hair because “boys couldn’t have hair past the tips of the ear” (I’m not a boy either, but they assigned me ‘boy’ as a gender) but even when I begged them to let me keep my hair because of spiritual beliefs, they forced me to cut it. A classic move of the white school system against native children. I got a referral everyday for the 65 days I refused to cut my hair. I cried for two weeks after the principal took scissors to my hair. I’m still growing it back.

My best friend (who is an aboriginal Egyptian) was once told to remove her hijab (also a gift I had given her) because “hats weren’t allowed” (a mixture of racism and islamophobia), she reluctantly took it off.

In middle school again, my friend Nemo ( First Nations, Navajo) was told she couldn’t wear her traditional clothing on her 13 birthday, celebrating her reaching puberty. She was sent home and forced to spend her birthday alone while her parents worked.

Tomorrow is my 18th birthday, an important life event in Mohawk culture (becoming an adult) and I want to wear my traditional clothes to school, especially because I’ll have to celebrate all alone this year since I live far away from my nation. Even though my school doesn’t have uniforms or a strict dress code, I’m afraid they’ll tell me that my clothes or very light face paint are “distracting” and tell me to take off my traditional jewellery (headband, choker, bracelets) or wash off the face paint.

I’m sure these are only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to racism in the school dress code, and general school systems. White culture is enforced in everything from the dress code to the curriculum.

Pluto in the 5th

I’ve been reading up on Pluto in the 5th and I’ve noticed they can be very possessive or get jealous over their obsessions, especially if it is a person. They can be in over their heads and direct their entire life towards one goal. Harsh aspects to Pluto might indicate power games and jealousy. They can also be surrounded by dark energies and they can affect others. Pluto can be hungry and search for a new obsession once one has been overcome. If these natives want to have children, they may be very domineering over their children and if Mars is in negative aspect to this Pluto placement, they may physically abuse or be aggressive towards their children. Pluto can create an affect over someone that makes them feel the need that they need something to have an obsession or addiction to. The best way to break this negative Pluto energy is to be more open and playful to ease this energy and work towards being reborn with a new outlook towards those old tendencies, and joy can be retained. 

Here’s (most of) today’s Techblr Meet-up at USITT 2017 in St. Louis!

The weather was, shall we say, brisk, but the techblr community, the brave native children of the uncharted internet, indeed we assembled en masse nonetheless! Nets were worked! Usernames were faced! Hangs were outed! 

We’ll do it again next year in Ft. Lauderdale! 

Attendees: @q2qcomics, @backstageleft, @embersandauroras, @darthzeus, @gluphokquen, @techies-in-black, @snapbacksandkarkats, @kreacherofhabit, @bisexual-ben-wyatt, @scenicsauthoff, @officialmothkid, @thatlesbianthespian, @i-am-the-egg, @theaterninja12, @asm-on-heads-nevermind, @scoutfinches, @salouisefar, @tinkertechy, @chargescenicunicorn, @notthatdaniel, @bosierosie, @eponinetheunafraid 

anonymous asked:

could I ask for something written about Cor and his little daughter? maybe that she get terribly ill and end up in hospital after cor lost his s/o and the mother of his child? qq

Ah, anon- this flows beautifully from the last anon’s Papa!Cor request! (You sure you’re not the same requester LOL?). I’ll write you a drabble about tiny tot Kari Leonis and worried Papa Cor in this situation :)

Tagging: @the-lucian-archives, @rubyphilomela, @itshaejinju, @blindbae and @hypaalicious because this is freaking cute in an angst ridden way okay? <3 HAHAHA


A Touch of Royal Kindness

It was like the six had some kind of vendetta against Cor Leonis. First, his wife was cruelly taken away from himself and his baby daughter Kari. And now this.

Kari lay hooked up to what seemed to be countless electronic machines which worked around the clock to measure her vitals and keep her oxygenated. The needle in her small, bruising arm kept her sedated through a steady drip of fluids and Cor refused to leave the room despite having lost hours of sleep in the room watching over his baby girl.

All the doctors believed that it was incurable. What Kari had… was an infection borne of the scourge. Ifrit’s bane- the poison of Eos. There was no known cure- besides the Oracle of course. But Cor knew that despite his status as Crownsguard marshal, he was still of common blood. And as he was common blood, so was his daughter. There really was no possibility that Kari could be cured of the scourge.

Cor had resigned himself to losing Kari, just as he had lost his wife. That was just how things worked in the immortal’s life- he just seemed to out-live everyone he held dear. His parents… his wife… and now hope for Kari was looking pretty bleak as well.

Cor knew that if he approached Regis and divulged his story to the king, the man would be on the cause in a heartbeat. Sylva Nox Fleuret would probably be transported in to Lucis, right into Insomnia Royal Hospital, and begin her magical treatments on his daughter. That would be ideal.

But Cor didn’t want to risk the chance of hearing Regis tell him no. He didn’t want to face that possibility of rejection. He didn’t want to hold out on whim of hope that had no right to be there in his heart and mind.

Cor took hold of his baby girl’s tiny hand, and felt the icy skin freeze his whole being over.

Cor Leonis was scared. He was absolutely terrified.

That fear multiplied when Cor fell asleep by his daughter’s side one night, only to wake up in the morning, holding her clammy little hand in his calloused battle-hardened fingers with Regis sitting right beside him with a small frown on his regal features.

“Your majesty…” Cor started, only to trail off when Regis raised his weak hand and quietly shook his head in a decisive moment.

“Sylva is on her way. You should go home and rest- I’ll watch our dearest Kari-”

Mortified at his own incompetence and fear, Cor shook his head at Regis. “No, majesty, there really is no need-”

“You’re like a little brother to me Cor, and you have done so much for Lucis in such a short amount of time. Please, let me take care of you and your family. This is not an order from the king, but an order from your friend. Go and rest. I will call you when Sylva arrives. For now, I will stay by Kari’s side and make sure she is safe and well until then.”

Cor could have cried, but he saved himself the indignity by bowing stiffly before his king and scurrying out the room in a hurry. He averted his gaze from all hospital staff as he made his way out of the hospital and towards his car. The drive home was hell. He was moving further away from his dearest Kari. His vulnerable Kari. His sweet… dying little girl.

Cor couldn’t help the pained cry that escaped his mouth, and he bit his lip hard enough so that he broke the chapped skin. Bleeding slightly, Cor shuddered and pulled the car to a stop before pressing his head against the top of his steering wheel tiredly.

He hated feeling so useless. He hated this waiting game. He hated that he was the immortal.

He just wanted to be a normal father, taking his kid out to the park, playing with her, feeding her, laughing with her and putting her to bed. He wanted to have his wife by his side, and work in partnership with her to bring their precious daughter up.

“It’s not fair… it’s really not fucking fair.” Cor seethed to himself. The marshal didn’t have the energy to get out of his car. There, he slept uneasily.

He awoke to the ringing of his phone three hours later. It was Regis.

“Cor. It’s been done. Kari is okay now.” Cor blinked the sleep out of his eyes, his ears unable to believe what he was hearing. Was he still asleep? Was this just a terribly happy dream?

“This isn’t a joke, right?” Cor asked, forgetting who he was speaking with. Regis chuckled good naturedly on the other end of the line.

“No Cor, come as quick as possible. Kari wants to see you.”

Cor arrived back at the hospital, ignoring the pungent scent of his sweaty clothes. He sprinted towards Kari’s hospital room, much to the chagrin of the hospital staff, and just barely restrained himself from slamming open the door. He couldn’t help but break into a relieved smile as he spied the two Fleuret kids cooing at Kari from the edge of her hospital bed. Kari herself looked tired, but happy, as she grasped onto Ravus’ thumbs tightly.

“Aulea had been by an hour ago, but I sent her home- she’s almost due you see, so I wanted her to rest.” Regis supplied, his voice soft and at ease. Cor’s eyes flittered to the regal blonde woman sitting on a chair near the children, her eyes gazing down adoringly at the younger ones as they interacted with each other. Regis shot Cor a look of encouragement and the marshal stepped forward, feeling both grateful and nervous at the same time.

“Your majesty- Queen Sylva… I can’t even begin to express how much of a debt I owe you for your service-” Cor began, only to shut his mouth entirely when Sylva shot him a beautiful smile. If not for his training, Cor would have flushed dangerously right there and then. Instead, he just stood at attention and listened to her speak.

“I will hear none of that, Cor Leonis. You are a credit to Lucis and a dear friend of my ally King Regis. I am obliged to help- and I am glad I did so, my kids absolutely adore your Kari! She’s quite the charmer!”

Cor forgot his nervousness immediately as Kari’s name came into play. “She looks like her mother.” Cor supplied. Sylva giggled lightly before shaking her head.

“She has your eyes and your fiery will to live. She’s beautiful- you’ve done a wonderful job with her. How old is she, may I ask?”

“She’s turning three in a few months.” At the mention of Kari’s close birthday, the Fleuret kids turned their heads towards Cor eagerly. Cor almost gaped at how beautiful the two Tenebrae native children were- royal kids were really something else.

“May we arrange the celebrations? Kari is my favourite person in the world!” Little Lunafreya exclaimed excitedly. Cor couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the princess’ enthusiasm. Ravus caught Cor’s eye and smiled in embarrassment at his sister’s out-spoken nature.

“Forgive her, Sir Leonis, she’s four years old and terribly excited to meet a child her age. She insists Kari is now her best friend forever.” Lunafreya pouted at her brother and turned back towards Kari, who was smiling happily at the blonde girl.

“My friend.” Kari whispered, her voice the sweetest treat to Cor’s ears. Cor moved forwards and the Fleurets made way for him as he scooped his little girl gently into his arms.

“I missed your voice sweet pea. Oh Six… Sylva… thank you! You saved both our lives.”

Luna frowned, confused. “I don’t get it.” Ravus looked up at his mother in exasperation, only to receive a gentle smile in return. Regis stepped forward and placed a gentle hand atop Luna’s head, gaining her wide-eyed curious attention.

“Sir Leonis would have been very sad if anything happened to Kari. But he’s very happy because you, your brother, and your mother came all the way from Tenebrae to help him.” Luna gasped in acknowledgement and nodded at the king.

“Can I hug Sir Leonis?” Luna asked, adorable and innocent. Regis shrugged and shot an amused look at an equally amused Sylva.

“I don’t see why not, dearest.” Sylva supplied. At their mother’s permission, Luna forcibly dragged a defeated Ravus towards Cor and threw her hands around his knees, nuzzling the side of her face into the rough material of his pants. Ravus, a little reluctantly, followed along and wrapped his arms around the tall man’s waist in a comforting, innocent gesture.

The two kids didn’t see the grateful smile and touched tears that had formed on the immortal marshal’s face at the kindness they showed. Nuzzling his baby closer to him, he reached down to pet both Luna and Ravus’ heads.

So… this was what family was about. This was what made the struggles and the pain all worthwhile.

It all made sense to Cor now.