Arrow Lake And strange thoughts that in no way occurred to anyone

Those argent eyes widened in anticipation and approval as her son shambled towards her—and then, in the next moment, came whirling into her thin shoulder with a pudgy heft that did, indeed, jost her. Aurëwen sniffed hesitantly at the air about his face, but he only seemed to suffer from a bit of vertigo. ...Yes, he was quite alright—

—but then he shook his head about frivolously, this way and that, before stuttering to a halt and gazing up at her with a look both wondering and... disturbed? Aure looked to his ears and their bowed tips; and as she restrained herself from nibbling at her son this time, the mother bit her marred lips, adoring him. 

”It is all right, balaur,” Aurëwen crooned, looking from his face, to his great ears, and back again. ”Just promise me that if you are to fly, you will not do so by taking to ze skies by ear.” The imagery caused a little laugh to bubble up, which she smothered by another bite to her lips. Flight of any sort, though, was quite enrapturing to dream of.