Dragoncrest Cliffs Aquamarine

should wildfire return, the fisa would have no qualms. if anything, she deserved to be here-- she was practically an aunt, or a step-mom, or... well, she was something to them. a godmother, if anything, portia would have to talk to her about that. still so thankful dio was here, she licked at his cheeks as he came to nose her, pressing her cheek against his. together they stared at the two little pups, the girls cries quieting as she moved to suckle. the sound was so sweet, portia almost started crying herself.

it was, however, dio's comments that sent her over the edge. yes, she thought with pride, they are so precious, so perfect. she couldn't form the words though, and instead tears just welled in her eyes and her tail tapped against the ground. this was so wonderful. so, so, wonderful. she was so happy-- the happiest she had ever felt. mentally, she stored this image somewhere in the back of her mind, it was something she would never, ever, forget.

after a while of staring, she finally pushed through enough of her shock and awe to speak. "you said that... your other children had -io in their names," she commented, taking a glance at her mate, "what about... sirio, for the boy?" the name made sense to her, and she hoped dio liked it.