Blacktail Deer Plateau Take this feeling and make it grow

"My dear, beloved, retardedly happy brother," Osprey repeated affectionately, closed the distance between them and reached up to lick his forehead. Happiness was a contagious thing and it was hard to stay slightly depressed with the weather and annoyed by Atticus' lack of interest in her, when Perry was beaming like the sun itself. She hadn't quite got used to the idea that she would be an aunt very soon, but the prospect did make her a bit giddy.

"You do understand that my threat to go for Yerpso, if you name your kid Osprey is still very valid," she threatened him, although smile was tugging at the corners of her lips. "Or I will choose another name, perhaps..." she mused. [/align]