Do not bite him you do not know where he has been- Alistair mind your ears he likes to pull-
[ Which he would learn in short order, sticky fingers grasping at hair, at ears, at anything and everything he could get his sticky hands on. The swooping and scooping earns another bright burble of laughter, as he rolls himself over to beam at Alistair, squeaking and squealing happily. The eyes might be blue and the hair might be curly-
But that is indeed a little elven boy with tanned skin, blond hair, and a nose similar to his father's. Who is currently scrambling up from where he'd found Lucci's (clean) diaper and begun repinning it with some fumbling sense of vague familiarity. Something done often but not all that well just yet.
Mia usually corrects him. ]
While I am very pleased you are smart enough to work the pins, Lucci, I am not pleased with your desire to crawl about naked at all hours. You do not know what has been on the stone, dogren has been on the stone, and you do not know where doghren has been! [ From below the puppy whines and- once Zevran is certain his son will not roll off the bed? He reaches down to scoop the dog up as well. ] You know where you have been, yes, but that does not make it any less awful.
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[ Which he would learn in short order, sticky fingers grasping at hair, at ears, at anything and everything he could get his sticky hands on. The swooping and scooping earns another bright burble of laughter, as he rolls himself over to beam at Alistair, squeaking and squealing happily. The eyes might be blue and the hair might be curly-
But that is indeed a little elven boy with tanned skin, blond hair, and a nose similar to his father's. Who is currently scrambling up from where he'd found Lucci's (clean) diaper and begun repinning it with some fumbling sense of vague familiarity. Something done often but not all that well just yet.
Mia usually corrects him. ]
While I am very pleased you are smart enough to work the pins, Lucci, I am not pleased with your desire to crawl about naked at all hours. You do not know what has been on the stone, dogren has been on the stone, and you do not know where doghren has been! [ From below the puppy whines and- once Zevran is certain his son will not roll off the bed? He reaches down to scoop the dog up as well. ] You know where you have been, yes, but that does not make it any less awful.