Remember

Leonel spent the next few weeks seemingly wasting his life away, but it was honestly the most fun that he had had in a long while. He didn't think about Flaura, or Goggles, or any number of things that he still had to do. 

The world had essentially forgotten about him. There was too much going on. 

The Dwarven Race was under a lot of scrutiny, the Cloud Race was facing suppression from all sides, Flaura's whereabouts were unknown, the war of the Owlans and Void Race was only ramping up even further as more and more factions became embroiled in the conflict… 

And yet the young man that had triggered it all was lying down with his head in his wife's lap without a care in the world. 

From time to time he would laugh about her grumbling and scheming to get her best friends pregnant. In fact, she had created three separate Force Pill formulas in just the last week to help them along.