His daughter is smaller then he thought, sort of small and red and squashy and she seems to be taking after her mother in that she's letting the entire world know just how distressed she is to be finally in the world. Full-on wailing, demanding that someone correct the injustice of it all, giant hiccuping sobs of anger and frustration.
And yet she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. And Plourr, next to her, exhausted and sweaty and with tears still running her cheeks, is reaching out to touch her carefully and somehow, Rial finds that there's something like a tear threatening to force it's way out of his eye. So he reaches out too, to cover her hand in his own, to brush his fingers through the damp dark hair on his daughter's - his daughter's - forehead.
"You did it, Isplourrdacartha Estillo," he says, as Ianna continues to protest her arrival and the nursing staff hover around them. "You did it. You're a mother."
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His daughter is smaller then he thought, sort of small and red and squashy and she seems to be taking after her mother in that she's letting the entire world know just how distressed she is to be finally in the world. Full-on wailing, demanding that someone correct the injustice of it all, giant hiccuping sobs of anger and frustration.
And yet she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. And Plourr, next to her, exhausted and sweaty and with tears still running her cheeks, is reaching out to touch her carefully and somehow, Rial finds that there's something like a tear threatening to force it's way out of his eye. So he reaches out too, to cover her hand in his own, to brush his fingers through the damp dark hair on his daughter's - his daughter's - forehead.
"You did it, Isplourrdacartha Estillo," he says, as Ianna continues to protest her arrival and the nursing staff hover around them. "You did it. You're a mother."