[Regifortis]

Tobias watched his King shut the book with a soft clap, showing the back of the book. It was himself and his mate, mother and father, waving either hello or goodbye to the reader. Tobias' stomach was swollen in this picture, already growing the next generation inside him. Part of him wanted to say drawing a picture of it of all things was a bit presumptuous, but the rest of him simply felt the peach-colored hill of flesh rising and falling with his breath and knew that picture was prophetic.

"If only our real lives were this simple," commented Tobias with a smirk. "Then again, I suppose they may be soon enough."