"Can I please have some quiet?" Quylla massaged her pulsing temples. "Also, what about Orikan, Dad? Why don't you call him your little fairy as well?"
"Because he's a boy!" Orion snorted. "Do you think he would like something like that stuck to him while he grows up?"
"Not a chance." The entire male audience made gestures of denial, even Valeron the Second.
"Orikan needs something cool." Orion continued. "Something that reflects his natural talents that he sadly has yet to display."
"You have a point." Quylla nodded. "Gods, I'm out of my mind from weakness. Please, Urhen, apologize to everyone on my behalf. I don't think I will be going back to work on the people of Zelex for a while."
"You have nothing to apologize for!" The Balor replied. "You have just given birth. You need time to rest, and your children need their mother. We've waited millennia to undo our Fallen state. We can wait a bit longer."
"Do you want some Vital Storm?" Ryla asked.
