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[nightsung]

I suppose you do have seal-like whiskers. I haven't seen you out of the water long enough to know if you're clumsy on land.

Have any of the babies hatched?

[longitudinal]

I like to think I manage well enough on land. After all I lived most of my life on a ship. If solid, unmoving ground was difficult for me I think I'd be a miserable sailor.

I see one - four more of the clutch left.

[nightsung]

I don't know that I'd think of a ship deck as solid and unmoving, though I've never been on the water, as far as I can remember.

Would you send me a picture?

[longitudinal]

That's what I'm saying - if I can manage a ship deck then walking on land all by myself would be of little consequence! But this means I really must get you more accustomed to the water.

[ and he attaches an image - one of the eggs just cracked open, an ugly little shape of a small bird within. it's a little blurry, the photo taken from afar and zoomed in. ]

There. We should name it.

[nightsung]

Ah. I've always assumed sailors go all wobbly-legged the moment they reach shore.

[ The picture of the ugly little thing does make her smile; shame that Quentin doesn't get to see it. ]

Do you know Astarion? He named his hen after me.

[longitudinal]

You don't know many sailors then do you?

I've heard the name - maybe we have met.[ he can recall the name and the face from the game of werewolf, but that's not a good judge of anyone, is it? ]

Why a chicken?

[nightsung]

Maybe the ones I know go weak in the knees for other reasons.

For her regal nature and mysterious past, I imagine.