Amalthea had been giving a lot of thought to adopting a second child. Lucia would probably enjoy having a playmate, and Senna needed more to do around the manor, anyway. And so, still dripping blood from a recent adventure, Amalthea made her way to Honorhall Orphanage to check out the merchandise. Er, meet the children.
The headmistress, Constance Michel, was not at all put off by the gore and stench covering the prospective mother. She conducted a brief interview with Amalthea to ensure that she was suitable for a parental role. Although it’s hard to imagine anyone with a lifestyle and disposition less suited to the task of raising children to be healthy, functional adults, the headmistress apparently was desperate to unload some kids. Constance approved Amalthea’s application for adoption, and the Dragonborn set about determining which lucky tot would become her new minion. Er, child.
Once she met this charming and ambitious Nord boy, she realized her search was over.
Amalthea always appreciates a fellow predator.
And so she asked young Hroar if he might want to come live at one of her mansions.
She then celebrated by doing what she always does when she visits Riften – falling into Lake Honrich.
Oh yes. Superb mother material.
pretty girls kill things 