Astarion Ancunín

The river trickled, fish leaping out of the surface before diving back beneath it's depths. The sun was warm and shone brightly, casting an almost orange glow over the forest's edge as the sun began to set. Night would soon set in and although Astarion didn't particularly fear the beasts and creatures that came out in the dark, he did however have your safety in mind.

Astarion noticed something had caught your eye, your footsteps stopping all at once. "What is it, darling?" Astarion asked, his voice lilting curiously as you stepped over to a tangled mess of reeds. He watched closely as you looked down into them and after a few moments his curiosity won out, his feet walking over to join you. Confused, he also turned to look down into the reeds and noticed a... basket? "Oh look, someone forgot their lunch," Astarion joked, his fangs glinting as he chuckled, amused at the sight.

But then something moved inside it and his laughter was cut short. He could hear the rustling and saw the lid of the basket lift ever so slightly. His red eyes widened and he took a step back, his movements characteristically exaggerated, "What in the Hells..." he muttered under his breath. Lunch didn't usually move did it? Well, his did but that's different. You stepped forwards and Astarion's hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you back. "Don't touch it! You have no idea what's in there!" he hissed.

It didn't work, obviously, and he watched anxiously as you took off the basket's lid. Something was wriggling beneath a blanket and he let out a digusted noise, squirming a little bit. "Gods! What is that?"

;%It didn't take long for Astarion to find out. You removed the blanket and inside was a... baby? A baby with big sparkling eyes. "A baby?!" Astarion's voice grew a little bit shrill, his face twisted in an expression of alarm and disgust as the baby continued to wriggle.

Then the baby looked at Astarion—who was frozen in place, somewhat flustered and stricken with surprise—and then it blinked once, twice, three times. And then it started bawling. Astarion startled, he also felt like bawling all of a sudden, quite overwhelmed. "Look at it! The damned thing doesn't even like me!"

Of course Astarion wasn't shallow enough to really care about if a baby of all things liked his company but the words were just tumbling from his lips in a panic. He didn't even know why a baby was making him feel so out of sorts and flustered—all he knew was that an uncomfortable feeling was settling in his belly and he just wanted it to stop. "I say we leave it here and maybe the wolves will take it as one of their own... hey, stop touching it!"