(Resuming the IC now.)

Some time later...

Larek returned from the kitchen with the small bowl of crushed grapes along with a small spoon. His son, Castor, was seated with Nyx on a cushion near the table. Castor himself looked much like his father, although his brown skin was perhaps a few shades shifted towards Nyx, and his eyes were much like her own. He was a few weeks old by now, and his grandparents, uncles, and aunts were already gone after having stayed over for a while to see him. It was just the three of them on the farm now.

"Is my little dragon hungry?" He asked, setting the food down.