Wren laughs. “He must be with his cousins now then. I think they hope if they stand there long enough the Erucians will let them ride them,” she says with a grin as she steps out of Matt’s hug. “Congratulations, by the way, I guess in a way this whole festival is for you as well.”
He waves off her comment. "Hardly. If you asked half the people here who Franklin's father was they'd probably answer the stork." He jokes. It's never really bothered him. He'd prefer to blend into the background. "But I can't wait to be a father again. Frannie says that she's been ensured that it's a girl."














