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Efi trotted up the path to the door, looking anxious and excited and a bit uncertain all at once. For once, his staff had been left at home, and his mane, instead of falling spectacularly loose around him, was loosely braided back; and in his arms was a wiggling bundle of Changeling child, small hands closed firmly around his adoptive parent's fur, tail wagging, eyes bright.

Efi maneuvered one hand loose long enough to knock on the door, and waited.

Efi nodded. "He was there when I woke up this morning," he said, proud and bewildered. He wiped his hooves on the mat and stepped in, his little gesture of doorway blessing slightly hampered by the fact that he had his hands full.

"His name is Tosamah," he told them both. From the expression on his face, he was quite smitten with the baby, though still a little in shock.

Tosa twisted to look at the sylph trying to look at him, and freed one hand to make a grab at the hovering moving fascinating person. He giggled.

Tosa grabbed at the offered hand, small fingers curling tightly around it. He yipped happily, and followed that with a statement in serious baby babble.

Efi nodded and took the offered place to sit, settling Tosa on his lap carefully, as though he were handling the most fragile of objects. He had managed to dress the little coyote in one of the white onesies he'd been given. "He was just there, where the flute was," he said. "I dreamed about the desert and flute music, and I woke up and heard a howl, and I went outside, and there he was." He laughed a little. "He's so small ... "

Tosa wiggled determinedly, trying to get closer to the other people in the room, his eyes bright with curiosity.

"I think so," Efi said to Etain. "He doesn't seem to be uncomfortable. Do you?" He patted Tosa's back gently, and for a moment was distracted by marveling at how large his hand seemed in comparison to Tosa's small ones. He smiled bemusedly at Shiro. "They fit well," he said, "even if it was a little difficult getting him to stay still long enough to find that out."

Tosa leeeeeeeaned over, grabbing at Etain's hand with both of his own hands and trying to pull himelf towards her lap. Locomotion! An admirable goal.

"Okay," Efi nodded, and carefully transferred Tosamah into Etain's lap, supporting the baby until he was sure Etain's hold was secure. Even so, he watched closely. Tosa was a wiggly little creature, he had discovered, and he had a hand nearby to help if the baby lost his balance.

Tosa squirmed gleefully, clinging tightly to Etain's hand, tiny blunt claws pressing lightly against her skin. His tail thumped wildly, balancing him as well as expressing his delight at - well, everything. He let out a squeal as he balanced on Etain's lap, looking around alertly.

"I don't think he's stopped moving since I found him," Efi observed, considering the thought. He brushed his hand lightly over Tosa's hair, watching the baby flick his ears in response to the touch.

Tosa's ears swiveled to focus on Etain, and he stared at her seriously. "Teh," he responded; whether it was an attempt to mimic her or simply a coincidence was unclear.

"Teh!" Tosa said, and bounced on Etain's knees, wobbling and wagging his small tail furiously. He waved his hands about agreeably within Etain's grasp.

Efi laughed softly. "Not such a bad, thing," he replied. "She will be, I think, a good influence." He smiled angelically.

"I hope so, too," Efi nodded. "She's such a lovely child."

Tosa squirmed even more and squalled with surprise, eyes going very wide. That felt funny! His ears flicked uncontrollably in response to the sensation.