The chaotic, impossibly energetic daily rhythm of the Oakhaven manor always required a massive, highly coordinated elemental effort to successfully wind down.
When the sun finally dipped below the western ridges of the valley, Lucian completely retracted his brilliant, purifying dawn plasma, allowing the natural, highly soothing darkness to sweep over the estate. Kael, completely exhausted from serving as a highly durable, physical target for a five-year-old walking solar flare, had finally managed to wrestle Orion into his bed. The Vanguard was currently sitting on the floorboards of the nursery, his massive back resting against the heavy ironwood door, quietly humming a deep, rumbling celestial war chant that served as a surprisingly effective lullaby for his fiery son.
