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Akibel Mowar is on his way home from the blacksmith's when he spots it. People are shrieking and fleeing from it, which seems reasonable, as it's a fuckoff huge snake with a mirror for a face. A big mirror.
Kib can't so much flee. He can shriek - he can lurch in the direction of the nearest house and try the door - it's locked. He can amble briskly...
He can break into a run when the snake gains on him and fall flat on his face.
And he can get eaten up.
And it's too bright too bright too bright and he flings his arm over his eyes.
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secondchance
"And we can - take the baby?"
secondchance
"Well, the creche is expecting that one now, that's what the squawk is for. Might be able to convince them to let you have it, I guess, although probably not if you say you're planning to conduct experiments."
"I can be trustworthy."
He can. He walks over and explains that he is a traveller from a faraway land where children are raised by a few dedicated adults, and that he's done this for seven children and it's gone quite well, and he can swear that the child will be safe and have every opportunity in the world.
secondchance
They're not a hard sell, it goes like this: Well, okay, they're a touch crowded and one of the people who usually handles the smallest babies is out sick and may be gone all month or worse, here you go.
"Might want to be near the creche when we're scheduled to go back in case she doesn't count as cargo," Kib remarks.
"Might want to be near the creche when we're scheduled to go back in case she doesn't count as cargo," Kib remarks.
Fëanor is holding the baby. He does act like someone who does that a lot. "Yes, that makes sense. I'll be very annoyed with Eonwë if he leaves her behind and oblige him to go back for her, but still. My children have a sister!"
secondchance
"Should probably go buy some milk off them or find out who their supplier is, she's going to be hungry."
The creche will happily sell some milk and provide free advice on what other foods babies usually tolerate well.
The creche will happily sell some milk and provide free advice on what other foods babies usually tolerate well.
"....right, I suppose you can't breastfeed them."
"Elven women can make their breasts generate food for their babies, if they want to. I am not even sure why human women have breasts, the food thing is the whole reason for them."
secondchance
"That'd hardly be unprecedented as a part that doesn't do anything, but that's... interesting... I guess... anyway no we can't do that they just drink animal milk and, apparently, fruit juice and thin gruel."
"We'll find someone at home who can do it our way. You may need to have recently given birth, I'm not sure."
secondchance
"But for the meanwhile we've got local baby food. What're you going to name her?"
"Elven custom is a ceremony at six weeks. Nerdanel will be able to give her name sooner."
secondchance
"...it failed to actually occur to me that you were signing her up for this baby in absentia. Is she going to be okay with that?"
"She will be upset with me but there was no way to communicate about it and I think part of why she didn't want any more children was the bearing them, which we got to skip this time."
"Someday I imagine we'll invent a technical solution. Some people find it pleasant, but my wife does not particularly, and seven is quite a lot."
"She will be mortal until we fix that. We will be very motivated to fix it quickly."
secondchance
"She'll probably also be able to servantmake - have you tried again that since we've been here?"
He has. It did not work. "That's good," he says, "she'll have her strength built-in, though she may have others."
"All of my children are exceptional at something and I imagine it'd be hard to be a child of mine and not be exceptional at anything."
He nods earnestly.