"Baelfire",Rawlf uttered that name of his own son softly once again, as he dropped on his knee to pick this son of his.
Indeed, it's not only the face that his son inherited from him but also, this act of indifference. Rawlf smiled at his son gently to encourage him to cling on his free left arm.
"Cam (come) on Figgghhh (Fire)! Hop on!" Baelfair, who was impatient with her older twin's drama, couldn't wait anymore and forced him.
Baelfire on the other hand raised his brow which didn't go past Rawlf's eyesight and started to think of himself looking like that doing the same habit, 'I looked handsome then', The man thought in factual vanity.
Baelfire, who was hesitant earlier, clings to his father's free arm and then, afterwards, sure that he has both his cubs in his safe embra
