Voice

[el_legendaire]

[Recording clicks on to quiet, unrecognizable noise for a minute, resolving into uneven breathing as the person moves closer, and then a dead exhausted and strained voice speaks.]

Can't you kids stay out of trouble for five minutes.

Comments

[el_legendaire]

Val darlin'.

[el_legendaire]

Are you planning to hit me as well?

[el_legendaire]

...is there something I should be wanting to hit you for, Valeria? I don't much approve of violence towards women.

[el_legendaire]

...that answer doesn't quite fill me with confidence.

Private.

[el_legendaire]

...

Are you pregnant.

Private.

[el_legendaire]

Pregnant. Impregnated.

Where one or more troublemaking non-humans persuades one of my Turks into their bed/beds by whatever means that happen to be at their disposal, charm or amazingly feminine hips or big wibbly blue eyes or whatever it is you like about them, and proceeds to knock her up without thought of the consequences.

Private.

[el_legendaire]

Valeria, please recall my title for a moment. It is my job to know things or when I don't know them, to predict them within a range of accuracy.

Private.

[el_legendaire]

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