[ She lets her hand drop, folds her arms across her chest as if to keep warm from a cold that is not really there. The expression on her face is thoughtful, musing, and she smiles up at Aidan, recalling the way she'd narrated their first meeting. ]
I think Renae is partial to the fact that the big, scary dragon has an even bigger heart. [ She takes a breath, her gaze sliding over to where the children are at play. ] I told him how his mother was scared shitless at the sight of a long and curved tail, because she didn't know better and it's kind of hard not to be afraid of something that huge when you're as big as a gym bag when in animal form. [ Her voice softens when she adds: ] I think he also liked how the dragon was someone everyone called "Father". People who get called that usually are because they're admired and respected.
[ To anyone watching, the smile that she throws Aidan is remiscent of the smile she used to wear in the earlier years of her career in Netsach: the hint of mischief in the curve of her lips, the slight glint of cheekiness in her eyes. ]
And Alistair... well. [ She'd only started telling the stories she remembered after they'd settled in China, when the need to bring the twins a sense of normalcy had overridden her desire to keep on running. Maggie had been having night terrors then, though she would claim not to remember much upon waking, so when Cisco had noted the way her daughter perked up at the mention of the tracker who would never grow old, who had asked to stay frozen in order to keep an eye on a charge she hadn't had the heart to name, she'd started including more of what she could remember from her own experiences; slid in the stories that Wolf's Choice and Cen had recounted to her of Mapayapa and the missions that had come and gone before she'd fallen among their number. ]
Hard not to latch onto the grumpy and grizzled anti-hero. Though I don't imagine Alistair would appreciate being compared to the likes of Han Solo.
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I think Renae is partial to the fact that the big, scary dragon has an even bigger heart. [ She takes a breath, her gaze sliding over to where the children are at play. ] I told him how his mother was scared shitless at the sight of a long and curved tail, because she didn't know better and it's kind of hard not to be afraid of something that huge when you're as big as a gym bag when in animal form. [ Her voice softens when she adds: ] I think he also liked how the dragon was someone everyone called "Father". People who get called that usually are because they're admired and respected.
[ To anyone watching, the smile that she throws Aidan is remiscent of the smile she used to wear in the earlier years of her career in Netsach: the hint of mischief in the curve of her lips, the slight glint of cheekiness in her eyes. ]
And Alistair... well. [ She'd only started telling the stories she remembered after they'd settled in China, when the need to bring the twins a sense of normalcy had overridden her desire to keep on running. Maggie had been having night terrors then, though she would claim not to remember much upon waking, so when Cisco had noted the way her daughter perked up at the mention of the tracker who would never grow old, who had asked to stay frozen in order to keep an eye on a charge she hadn't had the heart to name, she'd started including more of what she could remember from her own experiences; slid in the stories that Wolf's Choice and Cen had recounted to her of Mapayapa and the missions that had come and gone before she'd fallen among their number. ]
Hard not to latch onto the grumpy and grizzled anti-hero. Though I don't imagine Alistair would appreciate being compared to the likes of Han Solo.