Yuletide Treasure (December 3010) - [Eorlingas]
Dec 5, 2018 15:32:02 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Dec 5, 2018 15:32:02 GMT -5
Blue eyes marked the hill behind the house with glee, button nose crinkled in delight as the winter sun poured golden light down over the chilly, white-hued Hill City. The gusts of wind from the Starkhorn blew bold through the doorway the moment it was opened to the great outdoors, causing the orange-yellow flames in the hearth to dance and weave. “Jodis!” Paega called in a peal of giggles. “I wanna plway, too!”
One little boot lifted ready to make a great escape, but a large hand settled on the child’s shoulders before she could manage to make her quick escape. “Hold on there, little sparrow,” Runa’s voice hummed, pulling the girl back inside a moment and shutting the door to the chill once more. The fire still crackled pleasantly in the hearth, though now its heat seemed somehow diminished. A quick glance over her shoulder told the woman baby Eormund was unhappy with such a thing, already rousing from his nap with a pinched face, and a gummy, wide-mouthed wail.
“But you said I could plway!” Paega whined.
“Put on your hat and mittens, please,” Runa hummed, grabbing the grey and teal nålbound items from the little basket by the back door. Her daughter was immediately frowning.
“But they’we scwatchy,” the girl said.
Runa laughed, taking her finger to lightly tap the girl’s nose. “And they’re warm. Jodis is wearing hers, too. Look,” the woman countered. More cracks and whines came from the cradle by the hearth now, and Runa sighed. “Your brother is going to need to wear his, too.”
Despite her protests, Paega was quick to relent the matter, glancing and bouncing as she spied her friend out the window playing in the snow. She let Runa finish setting her mittens on, and even stood still long enough for the healer to pull the brim of her woolen hat down over her ears; golden ringlets poked and flew from beneath the cap, ready to catch the wind of the mountains as it passed through Edoras the moment she was outside.
“I can go now,” Paega declared quickly as soon as she was done dressing her woolens, turning and reaching for the knob to the door and once more throwing it open. “I’m coming now!” She trilled happily, and Runa stood to watch as the child scampered out through the crisp, gleaming layer of snow toward the neighbor girl and the snowman.
Runa’s stomach growled, and a quick glance to the sky said it was a little after noonmeal. How she was possibly ready for more food was a mystery; the mutton pie she had made for her family should have been plenty, even with the extra hunger feeding Eormund seemed to set her with.
Eormund, though, demanded her attention first before she could head to the kitchen for a snack. With a quick sigh, the woman shut the door and turned to quickly head for the cradle. “I bet you’re hungry again, too,” Runa murmured to the baby as she scooped him up into her arms.
As she moved to head toward her bedroom, quick fingers worked the tie of her dress loose, and with a shrug she maneuvered the fabric out of the way that she might nourish her growing son. “Ceol?” She called quietly. Already Eormund was clamping down upon her as if he had not been fed in weeks, and the woman adjusted her hold to free one of her arms. “Don’t forget your hat either,” she offered.
She reached and handed it to him; green, as his gear for the Eored was green. A gift she had finished for him, seeing that his old one was wearing thin. Her lips pursed, mind turning to the kitchen and the small list she had given him to take to the market. It seemed the incident at the Healing Hall was still too close in memory for her husband to wish to drag the children down to the market; Paega certainly had no wish to go where the monster who had accosted the city twice had first been spotted that February past. The woman's lips flicked downward, and she wished she could ask Ceolmund to stay.
Still...someone had to get the things for dinner, and likely he was going to go armed.
“Could…could you pick up some honeycakes, too?” Runa asked, her voice almost childlike in its desire. “I finished the last of ours this morning after breakfast, and I would like some more with dinner tonight.” Her mouth watered at just the thought of the sweet treats.
One little boot lifted ready to make a great escape, but a large hand settled on the child’s shoulders before she could manage to make her quick escape. “Hold on there, little sparrow,” Runa’s voice hummed, pulling the girl back inside a moment and shutting the door to the chill once more. The fire still crackled pleasantly in the hearth, though now its heat seemed somehow diminished. A quick glance over her shoulder told the woman baby Eormund was unhappy with such a thing, already rousing from his nap with a pinched face, and a gummy, wide-mouthed wail.
“But you said I could plway!” Paega whined.
“Put on your hat and mittens, please,” Runa hummed, grabbing the grey and teal nålbound items from the little basket by the back door. Her daughter was immediately frowning.
“But they’we scwatchy,” the girl said.
Runa laughed, taking her finger to lightly tap the girl’s nose. “And they’re warm. Jodis is wearing hers, too. Look,” the woman countered. More cracks and whines came from the cradle by the hearth now, and Runa sighed. “Your brother is going to need to wear his, too.”
Despite her protests, Paega was quick to relent the matter, glancing and bouncing as she spied her friend out the window playing in the snow. She let Runa finish setting her mittens on, and even stood still long enough for the healer to pull the brim of her woolen hat down over her ears; golden ringlets poked and flew from beneath the cap, ready to catch the wind of the mountains as it passed through Edoras the moment she was outside.
“I can go now,” Paega declared quickly as soon as she was done dressing her woolens, turning and reaching for the knob to the door and once more throwing it open. “I’m coming now!” She trilled happily, and Runa stood to watch as the child scampered out through the crisp, gleaming layer of snow toward the neighbor girl and the snowman.
Runa’s stomach growled, and a quick glance to the sky said it was a little after noonmeal. How she was possibly ready for more food was a mystery; the mutton pie she had made for her family should have been plenty, even with the extra hunger feeding Eormund seemed to set her with.
Eormund, though, demanded her attention first before she could head to the kitchen for a snack. With a quick sigh, the woman shut the door and turned to quickly head for the cradle. “I bet you’re hungry again, too,” Runa murmured to the baby as she scooped him up into her arms.
As she moved to head toward her bedroom, quick fingers worked the tie of her dress loose, and with a shrug she maneuvered the fabric out of the way that she might nourish her growing son. “Ceol?” She called quietly. Already Eormund was clamping down upon her as if he had not been fed in weeks, and the woman adjusted her hold to free one of her arms. “Don’t forget your hat either,” she offered.
She reached and handed it to him; green, as his gear for the Eored was green. A gift she had finished for him, seeing that his old one was wearing thin. Her lips pursed, mind turning to the kitchen and the small list she had given him to take to the market. It seemed the incident at the Healing Hall was still too close in memory for her husband to wish to drag the children down to the market; Paega certainly had no wish to go where the monster who had accosted the city twice had first been spotted that February past. The woman's lips flicked downward, and she wished she could ask Ceolmund to stay.
Still...someone had to get the things for dinner, and likely he was going to go armed.
“Could…could you pick up some honeycakes, too?” Runa asked, her voice almost childlike in its desire. “I finished the last of ours this morning after breakfast, and I would like some more with dinner tonight.” Her mouth watered at just the thought of the sweet treats.