hand knit blanket with chocobo scattered throughout and the emblem of both House Fortemps and House Haillenarte in the corners.

"This is for you."

not to tower over the child and try to make him feel more at ease. When he speaks, his voice is a softer tone than usual.

"Hello, Elian, I'm Estinien. I've been friends with your other father since before I became a dragoon; he's told me much about you."

The dragoon holds out the wrapped gift, a +

"You need not apologize; I haven't been waiting for long." And he had the gifts for T'asir and Aria's babies to give, as well as the scale balm for her and Artoirel.

Though surprised to see just how much Elian looks like Haurchefant, Estinien still offers a gentle smile as he crouches down so as +

to see Francel and the boy, wrapped gift in hand and spear leaning beside him (as promised).

thoughts. The dragoon was here for far happier reasons this time; he had gifts to give to his friends children, after all. With the blankets for the yet to be born babies already delivered, all that was left was Haurchefant and Francel's.

Estinien leans against the wall in the parlor as he waits +

I'd say less to do with a title and moreso the personality, and certainly something I mean positively.

There's certainly never a dull moment around her, to be sure.

The mischievousness.

So that's where Asir gets it from...

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