Oh, right.

::holds up her baby:: Introducing Faramir John. Six months belated, but it took this long to get him a name and a gender. Enjoy.

::gives birth entirely on time, no angst, no drama, no craziness, nothing::

::cabinfevered from staying in her room, Naike decides to wander around in the hopes of finding anyone to talk to::

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaanybody home? Anybody?

::sighs and leans on a door she ought to have found familiar -- but doesn't::

Today I sat outside in the gardens and it was lovely. I napped a little on a bench. And then the baby kicked, and I could see it through my dress!

@.@

::has fallen asleep in the kitchens amongst the remains of a late-night meal, the food and hour working together to produce some interesting effects::

Galdor . . . Galdor . . .

Yesterday I had lunch with Gorlim, because I tickled him and therefore won and my prize was lunch.

And then I had dinner with Galdor, because he was nice and there was an apple and I might've sucked his thumb for the juice on it. >.<

And if I don't see food for another week, it will be too soon.

::stays in bed and moans::

Happy Father's Day to my baby's daddy!

Whoever he is. :)

Naikele: ::snoring quite contentedly on the couch::

Gorlim: *crouches next to her and strokes her face*

Naikele: ::scrunches up her nose and sneezes::
( What is this? No angst? No anger? NO ENTERTAINMENT?!?! Wow. )

::kisses each one of the Elfs on the forehead lightly before dropping a note by the door and leaving::

::curls up by the wall before the Quarters and sleeps::

Naikele has overstayed her welcome.

::sighs

::sends Gorlim a card::