One Time Two Times

She was invited whole heartedly to meet the children in whatever way she deemed fit. Tana knew she was sight impaired and preferred touch. Vail didn't waste any time as she leaned down to inspect the little bundles. Sh was distracted as she nosed into the three of them, but she didn't miss the difference in tone of Tana's voice as she offered a flat non-congratulations. Vail perked her ears curious. So Rhyme hadn't actually told her he was the father of Shaye's babies? She felt her fur bristle, feeling the mix of emotion at being happy about being right but feeling the melancholy of being right. She knew he was a scumbag. What did Shaye really see in him? Just a father figure for their babies? There were many strong male roles for the girls to follow, why did it have to be Rhyme?

"I'm sorry you had to hear it from me." she whispered softly, she did feel bad that she had been the one to give Tana the news so non-chalantly. She didn't like that she'd been the one to hurt her friend when that irresponsible jerk should have talked to her weeks ago.

Vail sighed heavily to herself as Tana introduced the three babies. They has counted three the whole time and Tana's admission of four surprised her.
Darilnor was the name of her grandfather, Motif's father. Rhyme stole the name for their dead son. She grit her teeth, she didn't know how Tana might really be taking Rhyme's heartlessness so she didn't want to be too obvious in her disdain for him.

"I'm sorry to hear about your son." She told her evenly as she snuggled closer to little Verse. She was the softest of the three, but Theory rivaled her on snuggle-ability. "Congratulations on these three though, they're absolutely lovely little bundles." Despite their father.

She tried to keep the smile on her face, it was easier to hide her disappointment. "Solor and I have been trying since the wedding, but no luck yet." Vail even managed to say all of the words with out any of the worry she had creeping in. Barren she wolves weren't unheard of, and she had seen first hand with the hermit how difficult and long the road to parenthood could be.