 Post 4 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah sat beaming down at Georgie until he gave a loud squawk. Oh right, the little baby was hungry. "Your fault for being cute." Heh. Apparently baby griffins' cuteness could be VERY distracting. Not that all cuteness could be distracting, but this was extra distracting. She hoped Professor Thompson knew that she was going to have a very hard time saying goodbye to the little baby. She'd even cry if she was still a baby herself, which she WASN'T because fourteen, remember? That was a lot of years.
She shifted Georgie in her arms again, bringing the bottle of warm meat juice up to his little beak. "There ya go," she whispered. The griffin opened it's beak and nipped her finger before taking the end of the bottle in it's mouth. She watched with big grin as he slurped down the meat juice stuff, glad it was him and not her 'cause that stuff looked capital G Gross. Oh, well. It was probably better than vegetable juice. Norah looked him in his little eyes as he kept going at the bottle. What a cutie. Did he love her back? He loved her back. She'd decided, and she was the mum so she got to decide. So there. "You're my favorite baby ever." Don't tell Sebby and Marcel, though, 'cause actual brothers tended to like to be the favorite.
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