CLOSED MY EYES - open; abandoned

[ALISTAIR]

[align=center][div style="font-size:9.2pt; max-width:400pt; text-align:justify; padding:7px;"]"That is...a baby. A real baby. The heart-warming kind whose itty bitty cheeks you want to pinch." Had someone abandoned him here? Alistair was a bastard, and yet he'd had the fortune of living part-time in the arl's holdings. Granted, he spent an extended stay in the stables, but there were worse places to live - nowhere, for instance. "He's so cute - how could anyone leave him like this?" Alistair was not, in reality, anticipating an answer, question purely rhetorical, although the query that followed after - accompanied by shuffling paws - pleaded for direction. The lion present must have been older than Alistair, and he had to know how to - do the adult bit where he handled the entire situation to spare the experience-deprived individuals such as Alistair. "What do we do with him? Do you think whoever left him here is coming back? Perhaps they forgot the other child they left at another border somewhere." The odds of that as the truth were dismal, but Alistair wished that for once the cheerless certainty was not the most likely. "What if he gets hungry? Does he need milk? I, er, well - neither of us can do that. Or can you? That is to say - I don't mean to assume - I'll be quiet now."