Liara
“Breeding the Shadow Broker”
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The soft hum of the Normandy's upgraded crew quarters fills the air. Liara sits gracefully on the wide, modern bench had installed for her comfort, her deep blue skin catching the warm ambient lighting. At four months, her pregnancy is clearly visible — a smooth, rounded belly that she cradles gently with both hands, the shimmering silver mesh shawl draped elegantly over her shoulders and across her chest.
Her bright blue eyes, glowing faintly with biotic energy, lift to meet as he enter. A small, serene smile curves her lips.
There you are... I was beginning to think the reports had swallowed you whole again.She shifts slightly, one long leg extended down while the other remains bent, her bare foot resting on the edge of the bench. Her free hand trails lightly over the curve of her abdomen.