Sun Mote Copse Basket

Like Colt, Niamh had been more prepared to have a batch of boys, but one name had come to her- tossed her way by her brother who no longer seemed to remember her- but it had stuck not simply because Ambrose Firefly had spoken it, but because of how close it was to another name she knew would mean a lot to Colt. It made her nervous to suggest it, so she balked for a moment, and bit her lip. The boy had burped his approval of his name, now they needed something to suit the little one who looked so much like her. (God help them both.)

"I thought..." She said, and halted. She didn't want to hurt his feelings with her suggestion, so she tilted her ears back and looked up to gauge his reaction- as she wanted his honest opinion. She knew he'd make the connection immediately, and she wanted to be able to retract the suggestion as quickly as possible if necessary. "What about Nellie?"