A tawny pint sized khajiit runs around a corner, clutching into Mya'Dar's knees, his face drawn into a pout. "The other kids are making fun of me, I want sharp teeth like you so I can scare them better!" He growled as he flashed his little teeth.
Send me anons as my child or children!
Mya'Dar raised an eyebrow as she stared at him, ruffling his hair a little. He reminded her of herself when she was a child, so he softened her more than she would have liked. Especially when he spoke of the other children picking on him. But she wasn't too soft to start blabbing about vampire fangs.
"Your teeth will get sharper when you get bigger, little one. Then you'll scare everyone," she grinned, then handed him a blunt iron dagger from her bag. "Here, use this for now. No other child will bother you with this in your hand- just be careful."