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[namo]

There is a dazed, much out-of-it Vala in the bar.

Seated in a booth, nursing a glass of Atlantean, he is staring off into nothing. Not brooding. Not pensive. Just... a bit off.

He would not mind distraction and company, though.

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[namo]

"Yes, mortals have brief lives," he says, not meaning offense. "I am not used to things happening rapidly, or without the awareness of the future. It is an odd thing, but one I must become accustomed to."

[lvpd_sidle]

She takes no offense. Two of her dearest friends are gods.

"If I can offer any advice on the matter," here, she chuckles briefly, "it is to simply take the changes as they come. They may and probably are swift, but they will also past with equal swiftness."

[namo]

He chuckles.

"Some may, yes. Others are quite long-lived or permanent."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Has such a change come to pass?" A slight smile.

[namo]

His eyes meet hers.

"Oh yes. I am to become a father."

Well. Saying it was sure something.

[lvpd_sidle]

"Congratulations," she says with a warm smile.

Hey, her supervisor is about to become the father of a goddess, by way of another god and the god's sister-goddess. Námo is refreshingly normal in comparison.

[namo]

Normal is not a word that is applied to Namo very often. At least, not in a serious tone.

"It is strictly a business arrangement, and yet I find myself distracted by the thought of raising a son. None among the Valar have ever attempted such a thing."

[lvpd_sidle]

"I have no children of my own, but I can imagine the prospect would be overwhelming."

[namo]

"Terrifying," he admits with a smile.

[lvpd_sidle]

She chuckles. "A dear friend of mine is becoming a father for the first time. And has said much the same thing."

[namo]

"Someone dear to me has a daughter that he encourages me to hold and play with. It is still awkward to do such things, but I hope that, within the year, I will feel more at ease."

Children petrified the Vala.

[lvpd_sidle]

He's in good company. Children still terrify Sara, though Lindsey has helped ease that.

"Such will probably be good practice. How long until your son is born?"

[namo]

"He was conceived today," he explains. This was quite a normal statement where he was from -- the day of the child's conception was what was celebrated, after all, not the day of their birth. "It will take twelve months before he is born."

[lvpd_sidle]

A blink. "A full year until birth? Huh--I suppose I'm far too accustomed to the human 9-month cycle."

It's difficult for humans to pinpoint conception to the exact date. But births tend to be memorable.

[namo]

Elves make the concious choice to conceive, so conception is easy to pinpoint.

"Normally, he would be born on the same day he was conceived, but she wishes to return to Aman for a while. Time passes a little more swiftly there."