As a child you would wait, and watch from far away.
But you always knew you'd be the one to work while they all play.

She is not sure how to react when the girl decides that her wings are the best things since sliced bread. She's really never been good with children, and despite recent events that seem set to (possibly) erase that perception, she still doesn't quite know what to do with them. Especially when they get jumpy and excited like this girl.

Thankfully she's saved from having to consider it too terribly much further by the arrival of the man of the hour, Lokii. She flicks her tail at his voice – she's never been much of one to tolerate idle flirting, although she doesn't dislike the stallion. When he comments about recruiting youngsters, she has half a mind to correct him, but he speaks again before she even has the chance. And then her unremarkable brown eyes shift to the girl.

Who delivers the best. answer. ever, neatly saving Librette from having to break some pretty awkward news to her countryman.

But also putting the responsibility of giving up Lokii to his progeny squarely on her shoulders.

She shifts her hawk-wings as the girl talks, chuckling when she ends by asking where Lokii is. And Librette isn't entirely sure what to do. Did he not send for her? Did he not know she was coming? Should Librette have turned her away? Her unremarkable brown eyes cloud slightly with confusion.

And then she remembers that he just annoyed her.

And that if she doesn't say something, she might end up stuck with the child.

"Well Idina," those unremarkable brown eyes flick over to the stallion and her mouth quirks up ever so slightly in a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "That's him right there."

Don't weep for me

LIBRETTE

Because this will be the labor of my love.

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