Quaelle Rhoem birth. This is my second child from her. Yet its still referred as the first.
[You summon up the roehm spirit - it’s easy to do in the presence of Quaelle - and for long, long moments you just sit there hugging her, bathing in the love and peace that is radiating off her, cradling her >first< child.
“Are you happy to place her in your nursery as well?” she asks softly. “There is still room?”]
Its also missing a 'be' here:
[her, playing with your daughter’s tiny, pudgy fingers until she finally drifts into sleep.
“I will >< back at work soon,” she says at last, holding your hand. “You’ll still visit, won’t you? I feel so vibriscent in your company.”]
[You summon up the roehm spirit - it’s easy to do in the presence of Quaelle - and for long, long moments you just sit there hugging her, bathing in the love and peace that is radiating off her, cradling her >first< child.
“Are you happy to place her in your nursery as well?” she asks softly. “There is still room?”]
Its also missing a 'be' here:
[her, playing with your daughter’s tiny, pudgy fingers until she finally drifts into sleep.
“I will >< back at work soon,” she says at last, holding your hand. “You’ll still visit, won’t you? I feel so vibriscent in your company.”]
