The newborn yawned, coiling its long snake-half around Meemya’s hoof. Meemya smiled a little, and said, “Whatever the reason, it doesn’t change the fact he’s my son.” Meemya purred, gently nuzzling the newborn, which an odd giggling noise.
Maud: So what are you gonna name him?
Meemya thought for a few seconds, then said, “Arthur.”
Maud: That’s a pretty name!
*She smiled at Arthur.*
Arthur smiled back, swaying his torso back and forth, like he was waving. Meemya smiled, and asked, “You sure you don’t want to hold him?”
Maud: Sure; I’ll hold him!
Meemya nodded, standing up and carefully holding Arthur out to Maud. Arthur seemed to know he was being passed, and uncoiled his snake-half from around Meemya’s hoof, wriggling it into the air to try to reach Maud.