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Variel 6

She felt for Viltre, protecting family was his whole purpose in life it seemed to her. Protecting those that maybe didn't deserve it too, but to keep the peace and all hearts beating.

Bringing a child into the mix, particularly his own with well, with mixed heritage and two moms. As well as the liklihood of Einsol also wanting children with Viltre one day. A beautiful rainbow family to Variel was a gong of war for Merle of the Kavensei clan.

She really should get with the times. Einsol's words were reassuring. Viltre being that anxious would make her anxious.

With her arm released, and the tan body squirming about, the healer was free to readjust. "Okay. Don't gotta tell me right now. Too comfy for heavy talk." She pulled them both a bit more snug, fitting crease and curve and angle just that much more smoothly together. This way gave her the room to lean her head in and brush her nose to Viltre's. Yellow eyes flicked from the green to the red, making sure to nuzzle her cheek up to the brown one beside it.

Now this she could weigh in on. Whatever business jellying up their jam, the prospect of new life was one with which she was familiar. Both of her chosen mates had the essentials down, from what she'd seen. Maybe not the particulars, but nobody did those perfectly. "Var' an' I got good examples for bein' a Da. You'll meet booth soon if this goes right. Can do like they do an' it'll turn out fine."

The thief nodded, yielding to his new lover on the matter. Her squashing them all together felt like it lent some leverage to her viewpoint, oddly enough. "As you like. There's a whole tangled story to it. Maybe later would be best. Over lunch." ...Definitely with food. His wasn't a tale for an empty stomach. You needed fortitude to tell of politics and feuds, let alone keep up with the twisty business.

His natural state being a sort of neutral melancholy, the warmth was a strange feeling. He'd felt affection before, of course. He wasn't an automata. But heretofore it had been of a filial nature, the fondness and pride an elder sibling bears a younger, or the gratitude a child might have for a parent. His Friends, too, were accorded some measure of positive regard: they helped him when he needed, and he did what he could to always see that repaid. "Looking forward to it. Never really thought about a family of my own. Always figured I'd be married off to family advantage, likely some Leaf girl set to make things unpleasant. Best I'd planned for was friends, not this."

Variel hugged her leafling, he was a fighter but for the right reasons. “Food sounds good, hopefully Ushi has the coffee going outside.” She was usually a bit of a bear before coffee but this was the ideal way to wake up.

“Some people marry their kids off to gain advantage, Im off the hook, my parents are high enough standing and not looking to increase their power, also sis is dating a prince so we are covered anyway.”

She got two for the price of one, Nic was a nice guy but Bariel felt she had the best deal.

“Suppose we need to get up? Or can we lay here and continue to look forward to a family of our own?”

The blue healer stored that preference away. "Might be disappointed there. Ushi's a tea man. Probably has a pot ready, tho'. He likes strong stuff; should do the trick." She didn't mind coffee. Cleaned off other lingering scents from your nose. Flavorwise, she had to agree with her best brother. Tea was the better drink.

Her hair slithered about, free of its braids for once as she tilted her head up to better look at her Leafling. "This might've been for both of you? Okay, yeah, kinda see why it happens, but how do they enforce that? Why not handfast 'em to see if it works first?" A year and a day was generally long enough to see if a couple would work out, she reckoned. Surely there were outs.

"I like tea. Still not sold on coffee or ale." However nice the consequences of drinking had been for him, the hangover had been an experience better left in the past. The warrior's clear happiness continued to be the best result of that misadventure. "That would make sense. But traditions and situational pressures don't always need to make sense to matter. Sometimes they just matter because everyone else involved seem to think them important. Variel grew up in a better situation than half of my siblings. My mother was a mistress, not the official wife, and the wife doesn't much care for her get.

Papa does care for Mother, in his way, and he loves us, but he's seldom around. Which leaves us with Merle and each other. And grownups make the rules, yes? And nobility have connections to make. Sense is optional." He was already learning the healer's way. Subtlety didn't work so well with Einsol. Not because she couldn't understand, but because she thought so directly. Patient or not, she spared no time for what she saw as silliness, and it troubled her that otherwise sensible people would ignore the simple solutions. Communicating with her would require blunt honesty, another unfamiliar tool. Oddly, that Variel was likewise a little off-balance around her was a comfort...

Variel 10

Oddly enough she was quite comforted by this, Ein had a certain air of command about her that sometimes flowed from the Matriarch of her clan, cleanly cut with the Patriarch's no nonsense approach to simple toothy problems and Einsol was a ringleader not to be trifled with not least because of the power of the twin wolves together but certainly not eclipsing her own no nonsense flair. Any warrior could appreciate efficiency. Besides noble people crap had always given her a bit of a headache, she knew the dance but didn't enjoy any of it.

"Okay! I would love to see some Xarthin babies, might be a fruitful enough line in my estimation, he is quite fine." And so would her line be mixed with Vil's. Her heart raced with joy at the thought.