Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

 

As she'd expected, there was a grin on his face just from merely mentioning his children and that in turn made her smile. Of course she didn't know what she'd think when she actually got face to face with the ankle-biters, but, the theory of the children was cute enough. Maybe they wouldn't even like her (she didn't look like anyone else she'd ever met) or maybe they'd think her behavior was odd. Many did. And that didn't get to her, truth be told. "I like their names," She offered - they all seemed rather straight forward but also different than his own. Probably their mother's influence, not realizing, or even considering, that perhaps two mothers had been involved. 

She rounded a little bend in the river to find a suitable place for them to rinse up, smiling as she took a few steps. To her, the river was weaker than the sea and it didn't threaten to knock her off course at all - for him well, who knew? "It's not too bad," She assured but it might still sting the cuts on his legs anyways just for the change in temperature. She was only in up to her elbows, watching him intently to be sure that she didn't take him home in even worse condition.