Arrow Lake another word for divine,

adjusting, i suppose. it was a fair enough reply and makes blodreina wonder if that's what any new and first time mother does. adjust. it stirs some doubt within her breast — this would not be the last occurrence of this — on whether she was ready for this. ready for motherhood. it wasn't like she'd spent her life dreaming of this. her dream had been very different. blodreina's attention is drawn to the inky boy as he crawls nearer glimpsing at aure as the pale sylph introduced him: dragomir. hei, dragomir, blodreina coos to verx's miniature with a fond smile and a soft laugh as the babe taste tests her toe, her blue-green gaze watching with an unbidden softness as his face scrunches up. toes aren't meant for eating, silly.

blodreina stays for a while longer, acquainting herself with the pale isilmë too, though she showers dragomir with most of her attention out of the desire not to disturb the slumbering girl. she asks aure a few more questions that pop into her mind before she grows restless and departs from the young family with a fond goodbye.