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[mythalenaste]

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[mythalenaste]

[She looks at Lucci. He has such delicate ears, but such a lack of regard. He takes it for granted that he will live.

Maybe that's why she wants children so badly. Children remind her the Child is not wholly successful. No, that's not everything, but she sees Lucci and knows the Child cannot win every time.]

Elgara vallas, da'len, [she sings softly, tucking Lucci's head beneath her cheek, and pauses, aborting the song before it takes flight.] News doesn't spare infants. Darkness doesn't. I would, when it's possible.

[ombranera]

What we wish for our children is that they have a better life than we did, yes?

[ It is all he wants for Lucci. Something safer, something kinder. It is not so easily done in this world, let alone as an elf. But as he reaches out to smooth back some of his curls those eyes catch his and he cannot help but smile.

Perhaps there is hope. ]

He shall know no fear as I did when I was a child in the Crows.

[mythalenaste]

There's going to be people helping you work toward that. You're not alone. [She kisses Lucci's cheek.] Neither of you.

[ombranera]

That is a relief. Every day I think I might have a handle on this 'fatherhood' thing something else pops up. Like the crawling. I do not know if it is that the dog is lazy but Lucci? is faster than Doghren. Unless food is involved.

[mythalenaste]

Everyone thinks they're the worst parent in the world. Most children turn out all right anyhow.

[ombranera]

Most parents are not assassins. [ He deals far more often in death than he does life. ]

[mythalenaste]

Then nobody's better capable of protecting him.