Blacktail Deer Plateau Bergfrue

rusalka desires to croon praises to solveig: of how they are perfect, of how she did good but bites them back. some things do not need to be said, and he'd prefer to show it with the adoration and love in his eyes, in his touches. an elder of warsaw islands once told me that all children are born looking like their father. a perfect reflection of them from the womb. rusalka murmurs out loud, unknowingly following her train of thought. i suppose there was some truth to that wisdom.

what rusalka does not say was the second half of that: that children came out looking like their father so the father didn't kill them, so that they knew the child was theirs. that was a very cairn thing to say. something his father would definitely say, and rusalka was trying so very hard to break generational trauma.

to not become his father.

the one child, as he moves, appears to bear the familiar cairn rib markings, diverting his gaze away from his wife, despite that he was listening to her as she delves into her tradition.

rusalka knows ... something of her gods. small tidbits that he has carefully filed away because they are important to her even if he can't bring himself to covert to her faith. it was hard for him, to believe in any sort of god thanks to kraken and the harsh ways of his kin.

he studies each of his newborn children carefully; considering. the dark boy with cairn markings, he gestures to tyraxes. he will be raptor. though he didn't look like much beyond a pudgy puptato ( really none of them did ), but he was going by his gut feeling. the grey boy, he gestures to @Arrax ... we can call him thor.

and then his gaze turns to the twins. any idea for the twins? he asks, wanting her to have input on these simple names, despite that they would likely not stay with them after their nine days were up.