Sheepeater Cliff Dark Gems and Black Jewels

Meldresi chuckled softly. She had never gushed about her children. She was not one of the overbearing and spoiling mothers. Meldresi was quiet with her pride, but it was evident. Speaking about them, especially to an unknown female, was something unfamiliar. But she could give it a try. "Gush? Well, I suppose I can to that." Meldresi's ear twitched, as she thought of where to start.

"There are three of them. Two boys and a girl, Damien, Cicero, and Potema. Damien's the biggest and most aggressive of the trio, but he is also very lazy. All he does is sleep." Meldresi smirked, knowing that he was most likely laying in her den right now, snoring his head off. "Then there is Cicero. He is a bit strange, but I have to admit, I adore him. He is always laughing at something, even when his brother wrestles with him, he is still giggling. And finally there is Potema. She is quiet, but very adventurous and insightful. She might follow after me and become a healer one day. Or maybe she will go the opposite direction and be a warrior instead. I would not be surprised."