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Date Posted: 06/14/07 3:07pm
Author: Zidane
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Bree 's message, "inside" on 06/14/07 2:56pm

(He was more than happy to hold his cousin while she cried into his arms, telling him over and over how they had feared him dead.. of the drakon they had lost and how miserable she had been thinking him gone. He patted her back, soothing her for a long time until he finally pulled back and framed her face between his hands.) Dinna fash anymore, Heather, I am fine and we are going to rebuild our clan, aye? (He had hugged her again and murmured to her as she'd tearily nodded that he was right. They started to talk of the new clutch and the older children, and he immediately sank into happy contentment. His gaze lingered on Bree protectively as she went to change, and he smiled at her when she acheived it without fuss, magycking clothes without issue as well. She never ceased to amaze him. He thought it downright adorable to see her with wee Sarah around her shoulders like a shawl, the little lass falling asleep to the sound of her voice. That clutching feeling in his gut was only getting tighter. He was, for the first time in a long time, glad when Hamish became distracted and ran off to play with his brothers. The three adults followed Bree into the house, though Dane remained in the doorway to watch her. His eyes were soft as he watched her pick up the little male, cradling him close like a precious gift. The sound of her singing shivered up his back and wrapped around his heart, making him yearn for what he did not understand. He knew well enough that he wanted to be near her.. was it really his body's desire to raise whelps with her? Was that his heart's desire as well? He could see from where he stood that she would make a wonderful Mam to her own whelps. He looked over to see Heather eyeing him and blushed furiously, crossing into the room to look into the cradle. Three whelps plus the one Nathan was holding made four. He arched a brow.) Where are the others? (He asked, looking around, then he smirked. There was a cradle against the window with heat lamps over it, where the youngest of the clutch would be curled in their eggs. He went over to them, looking down at the cracked shells, tiny little bodies still curled inside them. He looked over at Bree and nodded to her.) They stay in their shells for nigh on a month. (He said to her softly, as one of the little eyes opened and peered at them from the safety of her shell. He reached down and stroked the cheek, and a teeny little purr sounded. He smiled, his expression wistful and longing as he looked at the tiny creature. He wanted them.. wanted a clutch of his own.. desperately.)

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