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[mythalenaste]

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[mythalenaste]

That just means he will know a great many languages. I'll start knitting baby things as soon as I can. He will grow out of everything very quickly.

[She touches her cheek to Lucci's head.]

I love him already. I want about twenty of these.

[ombranera]

It will not be all that hard- he is small, even for an elf.

[ But that is no surprise, he and Serena both were on the short side. ]

Well you will be welcome to borrow Lucci now and then after his baptism, he has only just become accustomed to sharing a bed with me or my being close as he slept. With the loss of his mother's touch I would rather not startle him with so sudden a change so soon.

[mythalenaste]

You will be surprised how seldom you see him, in Skyhold. Everyone wants to hold a baby. [She tickles Lucci's belly with appropriate uttered sound effects.] What is a baptism, anyway?

[ombranera]

A common Andrastian ceremony where a child- once they've survived nine months- is taken to the chantry to be brought into the Andrastian faith. It is as much that as it is an excuse for a party in the boy's honor later, and as good a way as any to inform those close to me that I've a son.

[mythalenaste]

Who else knows?

[ombranera]

Mia, of course, Leliana, Alejandro, Vivienne. They all sort of...stumbled into my room when he was too obvious to hide. Alejo woke him and I may have threatened his life.

[mythalenaste]

And Alistair. You might not threaten people just for waking him, you know. It just happens.

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[ombranera]

...ah-

[ Well. Shit. ]

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[ombranera]

You see- it is all very complicated, the timing of this and...I may have, perhaps-

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[ombranera]

Not....




Told Alistair. About my son.

[mythalenaste]

...All right.

[That's just about the most bizarre thing she could have expected to hear.]

I won't spring it on him before you have a chance, then.

[ombranera]

I did not want to tell him before I knew what I was going to do- I considered sending him away to somewhere safe and can you imagine his reaction if I told him 'oh I have a child but I am sending him away for his own good?'

Better that he not know if I do that. Now he is in the Western Approach dealing with warden things and, I think, hurt that I did not join him and this is something I would tell him to his face.

[mythalenaste]

Of course it is. Because you're a decent friend.

[She cuddles Lucci a bit, her heart reaching out toward that biological urge to have one of these. One day.]

Babies change everything. He'll stop being hurt when he realizes there's a baby. That's how people are.

[ombranera]

I have no idea how I am going to tell him. I suppose I shall await his safe return and see how it goes from there.

[mythalenaste]

You tell him like you told me. Put a baby in his lap and there is no chance he could be angry.

[She kisses Lucci's bald head.]

[ombranera]

He is terribly adorable, isn't he?

[mythalenaste]

He's yours. Of course he's adorable.

[ombranera]

He has his mother's eyes, but my- well. Everything else.

[mythalenaste]

Were you close with her at all?

[ombranera]

Serena? No. We shared a very lovely night together in Antiva City some time before I began traveling south to assist the Inquisition. It was meant to be only that.

[mythalenaste]

Well. It must have been a very lovely night, to make a very lovely baby.

[ombranera]

It was. I sang to her, of course- she is a Merchant herself, a very fine Antivan lady. Hair like midnight, eyes like stars, and absolutely no patience for my posturing. You would like her very much I think. She knew my reputation, knew what she wanted, and we both enjoyed ourselves quite a bit.

[mythalenaste]

[A broad smile as she rests her cheek against Lucci's head.] It's rather like us. We knew what it was, we enjoyed it, and we remember it. But now we're friends. I like it better now, actually.

[ombranera]

Exactly that. I have no doubt she could have become one of my contacts in Antiva City if not for this...complication. And you may wish to-

[ Too late, Lucci has reached up to catch whatever bits of Pel's hair is in his little hands reach. ]

Move.

[mythalenaste]

It's all right. [She starts to gently coax her hair from the little hands.] I've been accustomed to this for years. Some bits of my hair are shorter than others because of babies. I don't resent it. They are all perfect.