Soooo… last year I didn’t really make anything good for Jaeha’s birthday because we were in the midst of the Seiboo fiasco, and this year my mind is more stuck on Zeno this week. For lack of any better ideas I just did a continuation of Kusanagi’s series of sketches for Jaeha’s birthday (see here).

……they really are making this dragon want to retire. Sorry, Jaeha.

Of Bumblebees and Baby Talk

Because this is what I do at three in the morning. I get random Solavellan baby feels with a heavy dose of Cole. Happy holidays! (Even though this takes place in early spring…)


Cole is probably the only person on the entire planet who enjoys changing diapers.

To be fair, it’s not just the diapers. He just loves being with Samahl. The first thing he does in the mornings is watch her sleep, waiting for her to wake up. She’s a deep sleeper, so he often sits for more than an hour, just quietly watching the babe slumber while Nimue gets them ready for the day’s travel. He never tires of it, sitting in complete silence while the former Inquisitor harnesses Foxglove and breaks camp, until Samahl finally starts to wriggle and whine grumpily for her morning feed. He makes sure she’s clean and dry before he passes her off to her mother for her breakfast, and every little cry, whimper, grizzle, or coo, he knows just what she needs or wants, and he’s always eager to oblige.

Nim would be jealous, if she weren’t so grateful. Without Cole, she’s not sure how well she’d be doing on her own. She likes children well enough, but she’s never had much experience with babies, honestly never thought she’d have one of her own. She skims a hand over her belly, soft and streaked with lightning bolt stretch marks underneath her loose, homespun shirt, and wonders if she’d even have kept Samahl if she’d been fathered by someone else.

It’s selfish, she knows, but she doesn’t think she would have. When Cole told her that she was pregnant, she panicked at first. Had no intention of keeping the baby, but then… Then she thought, in a hidden little corner of her mind, This is something of him that I can keep. Something he can’t steal away in the night. Something to remember him by.

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