Neverwinter Forest darling dears o'mine

Her sons were growing up so absurdly fast, she could hardly believe it! She stared at them adoringly now as they snoozed, her own eyes as large as saucers as she did. They were speaking a little, now, and their baby blues had opened; each feat she had marveled as though what they had done was a tale spun by the Greeks. Truly, her sons were the very demigods spoken of in those stories; her mate, of course, a god, and that girl who had brought them here? Well, she, of course, was a witch and a goddess both -- a mixture of Circe and Aphrodite, if ever there was one! Eshe had heard the stories in passing by a traveling man, and they had returned to her in a dream.

Don't grow up too fast... she whispered to them, her eyes soft and sweet. She herself closed her eyes to nap with them...