Dragoncrest Cliffs I speak in many tongues to many men

Hellions? Impossible! She tossed back her head and laughed, almost in the same way a gull might cry out happily. She was careful, however, to laugh quietly, knowing her brother would appreciate a bit of restraint. "Mine will not be 'ellions, Etienne!" She whispered gleefully, her cheeks wreathed in happy wrinkles as she smiled broadly. "Mine will be fluffy an' lazy, like me," She said, as though she had already determined the qualities of children she had yet to have. She imagined them- roly-poly little creatures like herself, some who might look like her brothers, and perhaps one or two who were a throwback to their great-grandmothers. 

She sensed a hesitant sadness in her brother, and had for some time. "But you 'ave all my permission to spoil dem as much as you would like." She would count on it.