5/3/2025, 12:37 AM
Skill: N/A
Lugh watched as the babies nursed against Fiadh. A stranger, another stranger, and their kids—what could be more... uninteresting? Still, he knew his manners from what Mathair had always told him, and he bit his tongue and looked up at the tall, nameless man.
He interrupted his own question without awaiting an answer, turning to Aisling and gently shoving her with his shoulder.
The fiery boy stood and tilted his head. The stranger, the tall one—the... father? Mother? Guardian? Of the young babies. She looked down at them with skepticism. Lugh took it upon himself to take a step back and glared at Aisling with an expression to implore her to do the same.
Why're ye pettin' a rock?Lugh chirped, tilting his head.
He interrupted his own question without awaiting an answer, turning to Aisling and gently shoving her with his shoulder.
Don't be daft! They can't always stay that small. Then they wouldn't be able to do anythin' at all.He spoke matter-of-factly, his nose held high as though he were some higher being, which he most certainly was not.
The fiery boy stood and tilted his head. The stranger, the tall one—the... father? Mother? Guardian? Of the young babies. She looked down at them with skepticism. Lugh took it upon himself to take a step back and glared at Aisling with an expression to implore her to do the same.