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feredarStory: Cradle
Year: 992 FY
Characters: Mel, Vor
Lis was six months old now, and her mother had gone back to sea. They were now completely alone with their daughter.
Mel, cradling her against his chest, smiled up at his lover. "Still can't get over how perfect she is."
"Seems easy enough to do when she wakes up cryin' middle of the night," Vor pointed out, wryly.
He laughed. "She's still perfect."
"Yeah," Vor said, settling in next to them and wrapping his arm around Mel's waist. "Next one, though, we're gettin' from my Clan, yeah?"
Mel nodded, leaning his head into Vor's shoulder. "Yes. The next one."
Year: 992 FY
Characters: Mel, Vor
Lis was six months old now, and her mother had gone back to sea. They were now completely alone with their daughter.
Mel, cradling her against his chest, smiled up at his lover. "Still can't get over how perfect she is."
"Seems easy enough to do when she wakes up cryin' middle of the night," Vor pointed out, wryly.
He laughed. "She's still perfect."
"Yeah," Vor said, settling in next to them and wrapping his arm around Mel's waist. "Next one, though, we're gettin' from my Clan, yeah?"
Mel nodded, leaning his head into Vor's shoulder. "Yes. The next one."