{Video; UN: elvenking}

[tauraran]

{He is a king without his elegant trappings - but, really, he doesn't need them. The robe he wears catches the light with the smallest of motions, glittering faintly as if precious jewels are woven in the fabric. His hair is bound into a single thick braid that lays against his back and his circlet is elsewhere - as are his rings.}

How many parents reside in Lunatia? Are you separated from your children if so? {The flickering light on the table before him is all the illumination he requires as he works on a sketch. The drawing depicts trees and a variety of animal life beneath their mighty boughs.}

My fear for my son increases by the day and I have found no relief for it. I hardly realized how helpless I could feel as a father.

{His attention shifts from the sketch of the forest to a second sketch of a face much like his own - yet different enough that it must be his son.}

Comments

[ragingnature]

It would! [ Her head snaps up, a bit surprised they were thinking about the same person. ]

They'd be adorable.

[tauraran]

{Konoha is the only longing mother-to-be that he has met.}

I believe, here, they would have an extensive family.

[ragingnature]

[ She wouldn't be surprised if there were others that wanted children, she just hasn't met any. ]

I'm sure they would.

[tauraran]

{He is one of them. Legolas is his only baby, but he has grown so tall now. Thranduil always wanted more.}

Do you think they walk as quickly as a horse would?

[ragingnature]

[ Persephone is firmly in the "maybe someday" category. ]

I don't see why not. Though I suppose it would make them more difficult to keep up with when they're smaller.

[tauraran]

{Don't wait too long, goddess.}

I personally think the effort would be amusing.

{Chasing a baby centaur? Sign him up.}

[ragingnature]

[ She's immortal. And given her mother waited nearly two thousand years before creating her. ]

Maybe it would be, just a little bit.

[tauraran]

{But babies are so cute. You have no idea.}

I care for a herd of Elks; their young like to play.

[ragingnature]

[ She really doesn't. Though Eros' younger siblings seemed mostly cute. ]

How do they play?

[tauraran]

They like to test their strength and speed. I do not mind tiring them so that they behave for their mothers.

[ragingnature]

I see. [ She's reminded of the baby dragons but she's not going to say that. ]

That sounds pretty cute.

[tauraran]

Incredibly so. {His little Elks are precious to him. He practically raised his favorite mount by hand.} I am fond of the adults too.

[ragingnature]

I imagine so if you're helping raise them from when they're young.

[tauraran]

The creatures of the Woodland know me. I have never had issue with them.

[ragingnature]

Oh, I see. [ That makes her think of Artemis. She lowers her head a little and lets out a soft sigh. ]

[tauraran]

What is it, lady? {Has he somehow caused offense?}

[ragingnature]

[ Her head snaps up before she shakes her head. ] I-it's nothing you've done, don't worry. I'm just feeling a little homesick.

[tauraran]

I understand. {The Greenwood feels far. He misses the sound of the trees rustling in the wind...} This won't last forever.