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She would smile upon hearing the names he had chosen for their passed children, the red and ivory woman taking an extra liking to Devonne. A sigh would escape her ebony lips as she began to speak, soft tones laced with sadness. "For a girl, Sapphire. . . Sapphire Elaine Cae just like my mother. And for the male, something as Storm, or River. I also do enjoy your suggestion, my love. Devonne would have been perfect. They would have been lucky to have such a caring father figure that would love them for all eternity as yourself." She would say with a soft smile, looking over at Sven as he climbed in between them, pushing the two lovers away. He was up to his troublesome joker self, once again. "Nuu, next time ye have a male child, name him Sven, name him Sven!! Sven the great warrior!" The arctic ground squirrel would say with a small screech, bouncing up and down in between them.