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*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 08-07-2013, 08:44 PM by Epiphron.)

A very soft sigh escaped her lips, though it was not a sound of irritation -- no more than a soft exhalation, falling effortlessly from her parted lips. Though she was happy to be bearing Maverick's children, and regretted nothing, she felt anxious to get back to her normal self. She impatiently awaited the day when she could bring her children to Valhalla, to meet the rest of their family ... she was not even sure if she could handle the journey there now, but it was something she found herself considering. She wasn't sure how difficult managing young ones was; it might be some time before she was able to visit her family.

"Sure," she said, laughing gently. She was getting rather large ... she wondered how many children she might give birth to. Two? Three? Four? It was amazing to consider; it was all a mystery, and she had to wait weeks before finding out anything about her children. "I do hope I will be a decent one." Epiphron hardly could recall her own mother, but what she did remember of her was pleasant. Warmth and smiles were all that remained of Guinevere in the woman's mind. Maverick seemed to think that she would be a great one; the look in his eyes told her all. Her white fangs were revealed as a smile enveloped her features. "Though I know you will not settle for any less from me."

He inquired something aloud, something that had been on her mind as well. What would their children be like? Would they be white-furred, or red, like Maverick? Or perhaps have her own father's brown coat? Epiphron spent a long time considering, before saying rather simply, "They will be perfect. I'm sure of it." Gently she nosed his muzzle again, eyes alight with joy at the prospect. However they were, they would be groomed for greatness, and they would never disappoint her.

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