[Don't ask her for suggestions. In her future, she names her son after herself. Goddamn vain as heck god on your hands, Maglor. Her face tilts left and right while she blinks down at the little thing, and if she could hum her acknowledgement to Maglor's response, she would.
Instead, she simply throws her front legs onto the floor in that telling, playful way and wags her rear in the air, letting an array of grumbling whines. Her chin inches along the carpet as she waits for the baby varren's reaction.]
you should!
Instead, she simply throws her front legs onto the floor in that telling, playful way and wags her rear in the air, letting an array of grumbling whines. Her chin inches along the carpet as she waits for the baby varren's reaction.]