She's got the baby and she's on her way to the hallucination set and then there's a thing. It eats three orcs. - Not eats. It... puts, three orcs, through its face. There aren't bulges in its body, no chewing no blood no pain even when she can still read someone's mind in the last moment before their head is gone -
Yeah her plan probably wasn't gonna work anyway she steps into the snake portal.
If you need to talk about somebody a lot you nickname them or call them by their job or something. Like there's my baby and my tattoo guy and the blacksmith and Weird-Ear. My siblings call me, like, 'slut' and 'flowers' and 'prettybutt' and 'braids' and 'inky' and 'tunes' and stuff.
"It'll be weird if I don't have anything to call you... 'Rima'," he suggests. 'Art' in his native Ansati instead of the Nathuremi he's been speaking. Switching languages makes it feel more like a name to him without it really being any different from 'prettybutt' on a conceptual level. It feels to him like it should be up to her whether to keep the nickname thing going or pick up a proper name now that she is out of that increasingly awful-sounding place.
(It has sort of half occurred to him that she is probably reading his mind what with the thing where she's carrying on a perfectly coherent conversation while pretty obviously not knowing the language and also talking exclusively in his head. He hasn't actually paused to contemplate the idea head-on, or think through the implications, but insofar as he has thought about it he doesn't especially object.)
Awwwwwwwwwwww what a good. He beams at her some more and conjures a white rose petal that floats down a few inches and gently sticks to the end of her nose.
- the baby is - kind of concerning, the last time Serik had anything to do with raising a kid it did not turn out super great - he loves his daughter but, uh. (The thought is not very clear on the exact contents of 'uh'.)
Well, whatever. If Rima comes with a baby then Rima comes with a baby. He certainly wouldn't dream of trying to separate them.
"- why is she so funny-looking," he says, which is a stunningly tactless thing to say about somebody's baby, isn't it, but if he didn't ask he'd never find out.
She's an orc. They're supposed to look like that. Melkor breeds orcs out of Elves - I'm the intermediate generation - and orcs are supposed to be very unlike Elves and Elves are pretty.
"Uh. Why."
That just seems like a completely insane hobby to have. Like, his favourite hobby may not be the most normal and unobjectionable thing ever, but at least he doesn't magically make people's children uglier, what the fuck?
"I'm not super impressed with this guy, I have to say."
Maybe it's just that it vaguely reminds him of himself when he was younger. Except if he'd magically created a bunch of people to be his slaves he would've made them all very nice-looking.
"I hope that mess doesn't follow you here, that'd be annoying."
He is not especially worried about his ability to fight off both sides of a divine war by himself, but he would much rather spend his time doing fun things like rain flower petals on his new orf's adorable head. Also his daughter might get hurt and that would be bad.
"They must value very different things than I do."
He conjures a sweet-smelling silver-white rose and gives it to her.
"Well. I don't want you as breeding stock. I think you have the loveliest smile I've ever seen and I want to give you nice things so you keep smiling it."
He beams again. He kind of wants to scoop her up and kiss her but he isn't sure whether that would qualify as a nice thing and he's too giddy to come up with a way to ask, look at her, she's amazing.
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