“Dad, that was horrible.”

“You wanted to know how your mother and I met, and I told you. The truth is hard sometimes, but it’s better to know than a comforting lie.”

“Yeah, but … I dunno. It makes me feel like a mistake.”

Anon leans down to pat his son on whatever horses call their shoulders.

“You may be a mistake, but you’re our mistake.”

“ … ”

“Kidding, kidding. Look, I never intended to get married and stuff, but I’m happy that I did. You and your mother are the best things that ever happened to me.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“You’re welcome, Incognito. Now, come on, get to bed. It’s late.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. You have to get up early tomorrow, we’re meeting those Griffons tomorrow, remember?”

“Fine. G’night Dad.”

“Goodnight, Incognito.”

Anon shuts off the lights and closes the door, walking from his son’s room down to his own. Luna’s in bed, reading a book, as he slips under the covers and joins her.

“Are you sure we can trust Blueblood at the helm?”

“Despite his foppery, he is a tremendously skilled pilot. Trust me, we’ll be fine.”

“If you say so. Goodnight, Luna.”

“Goodnight, Anonymous.”

Luna puts her book away and dims her lamp, grabbing her husband close to her chest. The two snuggle into each other, contented grins on their faces.

Short. I'm satisfied. Now, onto the next thing.