[ Reynir smiles softly, watching Onni getting the hang of giving the lamb the bottle, holding it steady even when the lamb tugs at it or butts into Onni's hand, surprisingly vigorous and intent on feeding. He is seeing it through new eyes, imagining how all this must be to Onni - the greediness of baby lambs and their intensity when nursing. ]
It is too small. It was the best I could find.
[ He reaches over, stroking the lamb's soft, warm belly as it drinks. The lamb seems indifferent to the touch, all its attention and energy focused on the bottle. Reynir glances up at Onni then and sees that soft look on his face, protective and curious and confused all at once. ]
He can make do. He's a strong one. I can already tell that.
[ A small pause, then Reynir says, as if he's only just having the thought in that instant: ]
Let's name him Anne. For that pastor lady. She turned into a lamb, when she was going away to her afterlife. All those lost ghosts did. I think - I think that would be nice.
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[ Reynir smiles softly, watching Onni getting the hang of giving the lamb the bottle, holding it steady even when the lamb tugs at it or butts into Onni's hand, surprisingly vigorous and intent on feeding. He is seeing it through new eyes, imagining how all this must be to Onni - the greediness of baby lambs and their intensity when nursing. ]
It is too small. It was the best I could find.
[ He reaches over, stroking the lamb's soft, warm belly as it drinks. The lamb seems indifferent to the touch, all its attention and energy focused on the bottle. Reynir glances up at Onni then and sees that soft look on his face, protective and curious and confused all at once. ]
He can make do. He's a strong one. I can already tell that.
[ A small pause, then Reynir says, as if he's only just having the thought in that instant: ]
Let's name him Anne. For that pastor lady. She turned into a lamb, when she was going away to her afterlife. All those lost ghosts did. I think - I think that would be nice.