Sun Mote Copse When there's nothing left to burn

Niamh chuckled at Towhee's question, and she shrugged. -Well they're- And she realized then- that neither she nor Phox were Blackthorn by blood, so she couldn't use that family's excellence in proliferating to explain why she might have so many. The reminder of Finley and Elwood's passing made her smile dim for a moment. She had to re-route her thinking. -They're feisty. But it feels like more'n last year, so,- She said, doing her best to recover from her momentary blip in thought pattern. Baby brain, she thought ruefully. She shrugged. -Prolly 8 or 9- She said casually. 

She smiled at the thought of seeing Meerkat nestled amongst her children, and the vision of seeing them romp and play together. -Ugh- She grunted. -They're gonna be so cute all together. We make the prettiest babies- She said, gesturing to Towhee so she knew who she was referencing. -Be neat to see what the older kids make of them too.- She said, given the fact that there were four older siblings in this case, though the thought made her frown slightly. -Depending on how much they'll be around. Bronco brings my breaky almost every day, but doesn't stay, and I h'ain't seen Nellie in weeks.- She said.