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[witchy_rebel]

Another witch, another girl with a baby boy...Morgan is, however, looking almost gleeful as she walks down the stairs with her wriggling son in her arms.

She hasn't been able to wear this dress for a while. Mordred, on the other, is just happy that she has her hair out.

All the better to grab and attempt to eat.

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[not_broomboy]

He's not a witch, and he'll be glad to tell you (ecstatic, in fact, to tell you) that he is not. He does, however, have a green baby on his lap, rather emphatically asleep.

He looks... as if he's thinking.

[witchy_rebel]

Softly,

"She's beautiful."

[not_broomboy]

He blinks for a moment, seemingly not understanding before he looks down to see Trindle in his arms. There's a moment where she's pulled a little closer to his body (carefully, so as not to wake her up).

"She's green."

Softly. With a smile. He's agreeing in his own way.

[witchy_rebel]

"I can see that. Mordred's eyes are gold."