She's not sure whether to be shocked or impressed, or maybe a little of both, as her older sibling's eyes light up at the sight of her filthy child. Afterbirth hangs from his little body, still making the bony woman nauseous enough for her head to feel slightly dizzy. Bucephalus pays little attention to the pale, scarred sister, but with good reason as all eyes are focused on the antlered boy in the grass. His little face raises from the ground - having been pushed and pulled around within he first thirty seconds of his life one can only imagine that he is a little put-off by the idea of life right now - and the tiniest nicker comes from his lanky body and makes tears swell in young Adelis' eyes. "Hush Breccan, this is your father." He tosses his tiny antlers.

      For the second time in her life, tears of joy spill from bright eyes, the salty liquid following the ridged lines of her scooped face and dripping down her cheeks. Love swells in the brutt's breast, a smile painted happily along her darkened lips. It all seems perfect.. until of course Arvakl notices her presence. "You!" she screams, the adoration on her face melting like ice above an open flame. A small jaw tightens and the rag doll scoots backward with uneasy steps, her baby-blue fringed tail tucking between dark legs as she moves. Before Arvakl can rise and charge at Adelis, she wails again and collapses back to the ground, her body moving in the most unpleasant ways.

      The smells and sounds are overwhelming to the naive girl who watches with a painful cringe. Bucephalus watches over the pair who are both lying in the fresh Birdsong grass, seeming no more nervous in her eyes about the birth of his twins than a stranger would. Impatiently, Adelis chews on the inside of her cheek, dulled teeth only making the spot sore as she gnaws. Finally another body slides out from her sister, the ecstatic aunt prancing forward to view the second born with her own wet eyes. "She's got your hair Arvakl!" But, is "she" in fact a she, or was this poor boy cursed with the most feminine mane in the world?

      Wide eyes looked to their father - whom Adelis still hadn't connected as so - hoping for assistance in finding out whether or not she was right. After three years of growing up with Ark, the brutt knew better than to push her limits by touching something so precious that belonged to Arvakl.

"Speech"
@[Bucephalus]