What Are You Doing?!

"I…" LaRee couldn't argue. He had no clue what Ayse was doing at the moment. "Then… Mom's name is Meg?"

"Yes," LaRoe replied and stood up to properly face his son. "Meg was a beautiful orc woman. A loving partner. A caring mother. Now get going. You can't miss that ship."

The moment LaRoe extended his hand, his son reached out in return. They grasped each other's forearms with a firm grip and pulled each other in close. Throwing their free hands around each other, father and son shared a moment of solid but meaningful embrace.

"Even if the tribe does not accept you. I do. Your grandmother does. And so does your mother," LaRoe whispered while holding his son. "No matter what you become on other planets. No matter what name you make for yourself. You're the son of your mother and I. We won't forget that."

"Thank you, Father…"

Breaking the embrace, LaRoe stared into his son's eyes once more. "I love you, Son.