"Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.”
Sandrendor had pretty much frozen in place, stripped to the waist of his armor, a pair of pins sticking out the side of his mouth: a tiny smudged set of hand prints in white powder stuck to the side of his face, neck and shoulder. Heavy burnished, engraved greaves and leg plate starkly contrasting the cartoonish pastel green raptor apron and bright stained baby blanket tossed over the opposite shoulder making what he was guessing an amusing sight. Adding to the moment, Shorand’s eldest son likewise turned his tiny bulbous baby head to look at the pretty blond and, after a few seconds of awkward silence having walked in on the man who generally exuded masculinity in such a … compromised position in changing the twins’ diapers: little Tarenor decided to toss his fist in her direction, open and close his chubby little hands at her chest and promptly request..
" Booooob!? "
Needless to say though he hadn’t blushed up til point, Sand was quickly reddening knowing that was not mistranslated coming out of the mouth of babe at five months of age. The sound along with a responding toss of one of the tiny leather teething dragonhawk plushies Anyuli had made the boys bouncing off his shoulder from the padded crib set up temporarily nearby put him back in motion; setting Tarenor’s bare butt into the fresh nappy. ” Ah.. ” his eyes searched for whatever it was she might be looking for in glances; trying to ignore the fact that he was basically covered in baby powder and mommy pastels and yes, changing diapers: or for that matter that the eldest of the kids had mostly identified her chest as source of nutrients as he took the pins one at a time from his mouth to secure the diaper at the sides and tug their Lt. Commander’s tiny namesake into his favorite springpaw jumper. ” Centurion Starshatter should be on his way back from Fairbreeze soon.. I’ll help you find whatever you’re looking for as I can.. “
Tarenor looked up at him accusing and adorable as he finished; kicking his feet and stuffing the same fist he had wielded at Celentia as deeply into his mouth as possible, humming and grunting a potentially fussy protest at not receiving the same treatment as his brother prior. Smile twitching back into place on one side of his baby-art smeared face, Sand gave in with a simple. ” One moment. ” i her direction and leaned in to the baby’s tummy tickling his sides as he blew a few raspberries into the face of the springpaw sewn into the front: putting Tarenor back into the crib. He straightened again with as much dignity as he could muster; though his good humor had taken over and softened the harder lines of his features: grin widening, readjusting the blanket around the back of his neck his hands went to hang at either end of it over his shoulders. ” Sorry, that had to be done.. what were you looking for again? “
