[ There's a burbling coo building up into what COULD be something more upset- and with that the choice is taken from his hands entirely. Zevran sighs and slips aside so she might enter, closing the door after.
Once it is locked he returns to the bed, scooping the burbling, crawling bundle of baby back into his arms. Tan skin, blonde curls, pointed ears, wide, wide blue eyes. ]
[Gracious. Not quite what Vivienne expected to find in Zevran's room and yet she's not entirely surprised either. Certainly he needs the brandy she brought back for him.]
He's a beautiful boy.
[Very beautiful and very clearly Zevran's child. There is no mistaking that.
She waves her fingers lightly at the baby and smiles when he burbles back at her.]
However did he come to be here?
[She's not asking about the sex. She knows as much how babies are born.]
His mother has recently been betrothed to an Antivan Merchant Prince. They...do not suffer bastards lightly. And with my somewhat infamous reputation in Antiva City? It would not be safe for him to remain.
[ So it falls to him to care for the boy. The very boy that is reaching up to tug on the braid that has draped over his shoulder- by now? Zevran does not bat an eye.
As you wish. Though should you change or mind or discover that you are in need of assistance, do let me know. Even if it is the purchase of an additional dairy animal for milk to be kept in the stables.
[Skyhold's got livestock for feeding the troops but Vivienne really doesn't have a clue how much of whatever is needed for that or nourishing a baby.]
It appears you will be in greater need of what I brought you than I realized.
[ A proper bottle of Antivan Brandy when his own stores were running low. He couldn't quite express his gratitude as weary as he is, but the smile ought to do some of the work for him. ]
I think we are on a mix of milk and mushed fruit? His mother left a list of what to feed him, what not to feed him- it is all very complicated.
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Date: 2016-05-24 09:18 am (UTC)[Action/Bloomingtide 14]
Date: 2016-05-27 10:07 pm (UTC)[ There's a burbling coo building up into what COULD be something more upset- and with that the choice is taken from his hands entirely. Zevran sighs and slips aside so she might enter, closing the door after.
Once it is locked he returns to the bed, scooping the burbling, crawling bundle of baby back into his arms. Tan skin, blonde curls, pointed ears, wide, wide blue eyes. ]
Vivienne, this is Luciano.
[Action/Bloomingtide 14]
Date: 2016-06-01 01:04 am (UTC)He's a beautiful boy.
[Very beautiful and very clearly Zevran's child. There is no mistaking that.
She waves her fingers lightly at the baby and smiles when he burbles back at her.]
However did he come to be here?
[She's not asking about the sex. She knows as much how babies are born.]
[Action/Bloomingtide 14]
Date: 2016-06-01 06:36 am (UTC)[ So it falls to him to care for the boy. The very boy that is reaching up to tug on the braid that has draped over his shoulder- by now? Zevran does not bat an eye.
It happens often. ]
[Action/Bloomingtide 14]
Date: 2016-06-23 02:04 am (UTC)[Let's be honest here, this is a warzone with maniacal darkspawn magisters on the lam. Not the safest place for a baby.]
Should I see to hiring a nurse to tend him?
[Action/Bloomingtide 14]
Date: 2016-06-23 11:33 am (UTC)[ Not here, obviously. He is no father, even if something in his chest twists every time the child smiles. ]
A nurse that can be bribed? No, thank you, but no. I will work something out once I have become accustomed to this...change.
[Action/Bloomingtide 14]
Date: 2016-06-25 10:32 am (UTC)[Skyhold's got livestock for feeding the troops but Vivienne really doesn't have a clue how much of whatever is needed for that or nourishing a baby.]
It appears you will be in greater need of what I brought you than I realized.
[Brandy. Direct from Antiva. You're welcome.]
[Action/Bloomingtide 14]
Date: 2016-06-26 02:04 pm (UTC)[ A proper bottle of Antivan Brandy when his own stores were running low. He couldn't quite express his gratitude as weary as he is, but the smile ought to do some of the work for him. ]
I think we are on a mix of milk and mushed fruit? His mother left a list of what to feed him, what not to feed him- it is all very complicated.