[ He wanders behind Adar's chair, kneading at his shoulders. ]
Do you not wish for a trueborn son or daughter? Born in the dark, they will never fear it and truly be strong. [ He leans down, nuzzling a pointed ear as sweet words drip like belladonna. ] I would even let you name the babe.
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[ He wanders behind Adar's chair, kneading at his shoulders. ]
Do you not wish for a trueborn son or daughter? Born in the dark, they will never fear it and truly be strong. [ He leans down, nuzzling a pointed ear as sweet words drip like belladonna. ] I would even let you name the babe.