A Small Announcement in the Harbor Herald
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Translation:
J’Inarah Marad & J‘Kilid Tia
We add our wishes of joy and delight to their own at the news of the birth of their daughter, J’dimah Kilid on the 20th Sun, Third Umbral Moon, weighing 7 ponze 2 onz.  Congratulations to the pair of you!
The very same Sun, Kilid can be found engaging in very animated, very one-way conversation with a passing Maelstrom guard, and a post Moogle, both of whom appear to be on the verge of slipping into a very deep sleep; the Maelstrom Miqo’s head drooping and snapping up, eyes glazed, and the Moogle’s entire fluffy form occasionally veering off to one side before coming to with a startled ‘Kupo!’
“So, aye, as ah were sayin’, she’s got both our eyes, can ye believe that? Ah couldn’t! Ah really couldn’t’ah wished f’ anythin’ more fittin’! ‘course, she’s already got ‘er mother’s good looks!â€
And, in a hushed subtone, raising a hand theatrically to cover his mouth he adds, with a wink
“’though ‘avin’ a few’ve mine ain’t gonna ‘old ‘er back any, eh?“
Oblivious to the plight of his audience, the muscled Miqo lowers his hand and continues on, waving, pointing, and gesturing with more energy than is altogether healthy for any one man!
“Left eye, that’s ‘narah’s.  S’ a gold brighter’n Azeyma’s sun, ah’d swear! The right’s the kind’ve pure, perfect blue ye could only find in someone like yours truly ‘ere ‘til Dimah were born!  She’s got me own ‘air colour, ah think.  Looks it at the moment, anyways!  But she’s deffo got ‘er mothers skin, the lucky lass.  Oh aye, she’s the prettiest damn thing ye’ve ever seen, ah promise ye! Or, well, ye ain’t seen ‘er, but ye wishes ye could, ah know. Ah wish ye could see ‘er an’ all, but she an’ ‘narah are nappin’ right now.â€
Glancing back towards the house, the shirtless Seeker sighs wistfully, a beaming grin dominating his features. Sadly for the captives, Kilid’s attention is back on the pair of them before either realise that his attention had ever wandered, giving them only the briefest glimpse of tantilising freedom.
“Ah gotta say, the circumstances weren’t what ah’d’ve called ideal. Ah mean... we ‘ad Velhi ‘url up in the silverware crate right afore ‘narah’s eyes, the silly sod. She ain’t never gonna forgive ‘im f’ that, but she were already overdue, an’ ah think the shock, an’ that ol’ Inarah rage were enough t’ let Dimah know it were ‘er time. ‘narah went int’ labor on the spot near enough, an’ a few Bells later, she’s a mummy an’ ah’m a daddy!"
Chest swelling, Kilid’s attention wandered once more, this time to follow the gaze of both the Maelstrom soldier and the Moogle over his shoulder. Turning his back on the pair, the Seekers smile blooms brighter, blossoming into the expression of a man who first found peace, then found something unquestionably more precious. Setting off at a hurried pace away from the already forgotten pair without further word, Kilid meets Inarah, and the tiny, wrapped bundle of blanket that hid Dimah half-way across the sun-kissed garden path, embracing the ladies (And lights) of his life in tanned, toned arms.
Sensing their moment has come, the private and the post Moogle cast the briefest of glances at one another, share a nod, and flee in opposite directions.
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