His eyes are blue, that unfocused and confused blue that sees nothing but contrails and blurs. The baby, Martin, fails to scream.
The three women make up for it, with screams ranging from incoherent rage (the maid), hopeful rage (the mother), to bemused shock (the midwife). Its a little bit like Random's very own triune goddess.
The father has eyes only for his son, though he does wince slightly at the chorus, muttering something vague about the Furies, before glancing up at the midwife.
"Suppose asking you if he's healthy or not would be tactless, yes?"
What he doesn't say, is 'anything I should know before we go?', but it's there.
She's seen parents come and go, and what they left behind. A glance at the princess on the bed and how her eyes are on the man and not the child becomes a long look at the Amberite and his son,
"The boy, Martin, is healthy. You'll need a good supply of Rebma or Amberite milk if you want him to grow up healthy, children need the things in milk of their own species."
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"Martin. He's definitely a Martin."
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The three women make up for it, with screams ranging from incoherent rage (the maid), hopeful rage (the mother), to bemused shock (the midwife). Its a little bit like Random's very own triune goddess.
Of screaming.
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"Suppose asking you if he's healthy or not would be tactless, yes?"
What he doesn't say, is 'anything I should know before we go?', but it's there.
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She's seen parents come and go, and what they left behind. A glance at the princess on the bed and how her eyes are on the man and not the child becomes a long look at the Amberite and his son,
"The boy, Martin, is healthy. You'll need a good supply of Rebma or Amberite milk if you want him to grow up healthy, children need the things in milk of their own species."
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