Redhawk Caldera in the midst of sailing ships.

In truth, Fin was perfectly happy that her son didn't seem to be anything like her.  She was a chaotic creature with poor judgment and a lust for "excitement" that was just plain troubling.  These were not things she was unaware of about herself, nor was she unaware of the dangers in her own personality.  She was confident in her own ability to overcome whatever trouble she brought on herself.  When it came to her precious little boy though, Fin would allow no such risks to his well-being.  It was hypocritical and could possibly become an issue as Eljay began to outgrew his mother's fiercely protective attitude towards him, but for now it seemed to be working just fine.

"What do you think he'll be when he grows up?" she asked randomly as the thought popped into her head.  She leaned down to groom him with her tongue - an unnecessary task at that particular moment, but he certainly couldn't get over-clean, could he?