At home, Ghost sat on the floor in front of Dalamar, who was sitting on the couch braiding her hair. It had grown quite a bit since she'd moved to the tower. Just then, there was a cloud of smoke and Raistlin appeared in the middle of it, coughing and waving his hand at it. Ghost sighed.

"Father, that smoke is tacky."

"I know. But it impresses the small minded." He replied in his most dignified tone of voice.

"So do yo-yos." She retorted, ruining his dignity and making Dalamar laugh. Raistlin Majere, Great and Powerful Black Mage, favored by Takhisis and most feared and respected mage in Krynn, then stuck his tongue out at his daughter.

"You begin studying with Dunbar in the morning, ungrateful daughter of mine." he informed her. She shrieked and ran to him, hugging him.

"Thank you, Father!"

"Just be sure and do your best with him, Ghost."

"I will! I will!"

"Oh, Dunbar said something odd while I was there." He walked over and sat next to Dalamar.

"Oh?" Ghost had retaken her place on the floor in front of Dalamar, letting him finish braiding her hair.

"He called you Rosie."

"Yeah, that's what he calls me." she told him, by way of an explanation.

"Why does he call you that?" Raistlin asked curiously.

"It's short for Rosamund, the name my mother gave me when I was born. Lan didn't like it, so I was called Ghost."

"Oh." Raistlin's eyes filled with tears. Amara had remembered his mother and honored her. He slid an arm around Dalamar's waist and watched him braid his daughter's hair.

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Raistlin sat on the sofa next to Dalamar, who was reading a book. The Dark Elf turned to his husband of five years.

"Anything interesting in the mail, Love?" he asked. Raistlin flipped through the various parchments in his hands.

"Magic Carpets at a discount, Love potions that really work, Ladonna's usual 'come back to me' note and . . . . . A letter from Rosamund."

"Finally!" Dalamar exclaimed. "It's been ages since her last letter. What does it say?"

"Let's see." Raistlin tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter. It was written in the shaky writing of someone who lived at sea. He read it aloud.

Dear Father and Dalamar,

I'm sorry it took me so long to write. Dunbar and I only just landed. We'll be coming home soon, within nine months for sure. Dunbar has decided he wants to buy entirely new canvas and rigging, as well as caulk the ship's bottom. He's very thorough when it comes to his ship's. It's trying sometimes, but I suppose his solid practicality is endearing too. Married life is very different from dating, and things can change in the course of one night. Ooh, can't say anymore about that. Dunbar and I want it to be a surprise. Oh, We have to go shopping for that new canvas. I love you both. See you soon.

All my love, Rosamund

"Within nine moths at least?" Raistlin mused. " What an odd amount of time. I wonder why she mentioned that date."

Dalamar, however, had already guessed. He sighed. Raistlin was so bad at this sort of thing.

"Raistlin, darling, Rosamund just had her honeymoon, right?"

"Yes."

"You know what happens on a honeymoon?"

"Yes." Raistlin turned a bit pink around the ears.

"I'm so glad. Now, when a woman does that around the right time, certain chemical things happen to her body, things that come to fruit after about nine months. Are you following me?"

" Umm, not really. The female body is something I rarely think about anymore." He grinned at his husband.

"Keep your mind on the conversation, Darling. Remember when you and Lady Amara did this thing when you were fifteen? And what happened to her nine months later?"

Raistlin's eyes widened as realization dawned. Then he started to grin foolishly.

"Yes, Dear. You're going to be a grandfather." He patted the mage's white hair and returned to his book.