03-24-2009, 10:13 PM
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Cercelee shook her head at the question. Laruku a father? It was a funny thought, and yet not at all foreign. He had been, and still was, a father figure in Cer’s mind, if she forced herself to conjure up one at all. Perhaps he was a poor pick, but worlds better than Adrastos or Haku as far as she was concerned. But for the grumpy fool to have actually procreated, it was hard to visualize. Did they look like him? Act like him? Sound like him? It was silly to wonder, because Cercelee knew it we irrelevant. Family traits were easy to come by and meant little, even less if your family meant little. Yet she smiled at the next question. The pups, now they were important, something to think about, talk about, even with the cursed Sadira blood coursing through their veins, from both mother and father. She knew Iskata’s interest in them was not the same as her’s. She viewed them as gems of Dahlia, their future generation. Iskata thought of them as grandchildren, her own genes being preserved. Still, at least they agreed about something finally. They are sprawling, crying balls of fur. Haku’s and Firefly’s fur. Cer smiled, perhaps Iskata could feel it if not see. They are beautiful.  |