Moonspear I can laugh at your jokes, convince you to take me home

Raiyuk. She heard the name, clear as day.

It had a beautiful sound, ringing in her ears like the sound of waking birds each morn.

He is beautiful... Choking words, drowned by silent tears.

Once the child was clean, Nasamik pushed him towards her milk filled teats so that he may drink. Surely, after all that time waiting, he was beyond starved.

Then a visitor came. Quennell. One she held close to her heart. He was a son to her, despite having not come from her womb like the child that lay so close.

Quennell— A quiet breath. Come, see him. He is beautiful. Her eyes fell back upon the child, adoration and warmth absorbed within her gaze.