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.
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.
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.
[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.
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.
I am now envisioning you as a mother. It suits you.
[ Pel with a child of her own, with someone to care for her and support her in all that she did, doting and working in equal parts. It is an idyllic scene.
Unawares Lucci shifts his grip from her hair to her fingers, tugging them to his mouth to gum. ]
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Told Alistair. About my son.
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[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.
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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.
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[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.
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[She kisses Lucci's bald head.]
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[ Too late, Lucci has reached up to catch whatever bits of Pel's hair is in his little hands reach. ]
Move.
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[ Pel with a child of her own, with someone to care for her and support her in all that she did, doting and working in equal parts. It is an idyllic scene.
Unawares Lucci shifts his grip from her hair to her fingers, tugging them to his mouth to gum. ]
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I want about a hundred of these. I've been there for some births, and a lot of babies. I remember when Merrick was born. I want some to call my own.
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[ It does paint their relationship in a certain light, that. A kind one. ]
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I was...seven? I always had this idea he was my baby. A couple years later, his mother died in the plague. And his father...
[She grows solemn, and holds Lucci like he reminds her of someone else.]
Someone needed to be his mother.
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[ He prompts, gently. It is not a story he will ever hear from Merrick, this much he knows. ]
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[Her eyes fall.]
Badly.
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