Dragoncrest Cliffs Aquamarine

He was loathe to disturb the peaceful, quiet moment unlike any other. Down to his measured breaths, it all felt to delicate yet at the same time, the most absolute fact of his life here and now. It was just so easy enough to simply watch, take them in, and greedily memorize every little piece of them he could. Love, and relief, seemed to reign.

Portia's voice perked his ears again and her thoughts served as a good focus to his, enough to make him zero in on the cream boy's diminutive shoulders. He'd seen sons of his before, his coat tended to stamp.. or so this lead him to really suspect. He'll look a lot like me. As he liked to think. "I like it," he agreed after a thoughtful pause spent peering downward in awe. And, in that case: "What about something with an -ia in it for her?" he suggested, plucking the end of her name and looking for one with a similar rhythm about it somehow. His mate had surely once gone through flowers and gemstones and whatever else there was out there in this great wide world she'd collected knowledge on and he couldn't even remember the half of them here and now on the spot. He tried best he could. "Hm. Something sweet, but distinct... her little grey is.." He made a fondly frustrated face at her as he thought out loud: too cute, and protect them forever.

Which.. nosing Portia again, he didn't want to distract but this was so overwhelming that a lot came to mind all at once. "Do you need anything..?" Goddamn.. he could only imagine, yet did not know where to begin when it came to her needs and wants fresh from two moons of pregnancy then birth. He'd hate to leave this spot in time, but if he could he'd do it for her. He only needed some guidance if that was true.