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A once-rare smile crescented, scarred lips parting in a beam as she rested her cheek against the earth to watch Dragomir assemble himself in tail-smile-ears. Saw and heard him babble, indeed, and her  ( not-so-rare-anymore )  smile only blossomed further; blossomed the way it had when she'd first known Verx. As her son began to seek the source that was, in fact, his own voice, another cooing giggle left her, and the silver eventually wobbled up to stand and make her way towards him. When she was close enough, she tenderly pressed her nose to his chest; wriggled the pink of it teasingly at the broad little barrel of it.

Aure hummed an ardent mockery to the tune of his babbling, still smiling like a moon-loon as she gazed down her marred muzzle and into her son's eyes. "Minlamad," she mused. In Rhaesuial, there was Arphent, where first words would be said that were anything but babbles. Should she try to coax one from him now? After a few beats of hesitance, she suggested, "Emer, Drago? Emer?" using a more minute phrasing of her tongue.