Gyrfalcon's Keep Woodsmoke and oranges

His reaction wasn't exactly elation- which annoyed Solveig, though only slightly. It wasn't as though they had taken any vows together- nor had they discussed that she'd intended to conceive, either. Truth be told, she hadn't planned on having children, but the impulse to make them with someone who could lend her some good genetics had been too tempting. Travelling stirred the romanticism within her; as did battle. Anything that got her blood flowing often made her more impulsive as well. 

Still, it seemed somewhat important to him to know their parentage. She was lightly ruffled by the question, as to her, it wouldn't have mattered how many fathers there might have been. In this case, there had been only him- but without having given him any vows, she sincerely hoped he didn't expect complete fidelity. "Yes, they are yours. You have not forgotten already our time together?" She teased, prowling close enough so that she might tempt a fondness from his eyes again. "I could remind you..." She purred with a faint laugh.