Son of a motherless goat

The blessed arrival of Birna broke his woebegone musings. As he lifted his head Valentine sought out Birna's gaze. He dipped his head in greeting. "Good morning, Birna." A moment, eh? Yeah, he had a few of those to spare. The King sat up with a stretch and then flopped his tail over his paws. Sure thing, Birna. What's on your mind? He regarded her curiously; he had no idea what might be on her mind. Really, he hoped nothing was up and that all was well with her. She didn't seem upset or ruffled by anything, so he hoped it was good news.