Dragoncrest Cliffs Eleven's breakfast jams

eske is glad that wildfire supplies the word 'boring' and then gives a snotty ( as to which eske politely pretended she didn't see ) laugh about it. eske had been trying to be so careful not to unintentionally insult wildfire on the potato stage of her infants that she feels an immeasurable amount of relief when wildfire says what she's truly thinking. wanlida even smiles and gives a soft laugh of her own. a rare sight not often given by the daughter of the viking queen. "yes," eske breathes in agreement to both of wildfire's statements: that one day they will become mighty drakru and that it was hard to believe seeing how small and frail they were now. it was kind of ...amazing though. how they started out so small and grew to be so strong.

"i'd be honored to teach them." eske murmurs sincerely and sweeps her gaze over the cubs once more. "y'know they're actually pretty cute." eske speaks her thought out loud, with a soft furrow of her brow as she studies them. despite her reservations about them ...and her uncertainty on babies in general ...they have a certain magnetism that speaks to a (extremely) dormant side of eske that could almost be considered maternal. though she avoided her heat this year she was of the age now to bear children. it isn't anything she ever had the desire to be ( a mother, that is ) but those instincts are deeply ingrained in her biology.