Littew Temper Tait-rum [February 3010] (Runa)
Nov 3, 2017 12:17:17 GMT -5
Post by Ceolmund on Nov 3, 2017 12:17:17 GMT -5
Amalric clapped Ceolmund into a large hug, and it surprised the man slightly. His Father had never been one to show affection in that way, or at least, he had not for many, many years. Elin had seen to it as a child that Ceolmund not show affection to any but herself, and his sister, to a point. But mostly to her. Hugging Father had been a disgrace... something Elin had told him was craven. For some years she had called him a girl each time she had seen it, and scolded Ceorl for paying his son such attention. Then it had ended. He had still been a small boy at the time.
Though, all the same, the embrace from his father-in-law felt just right. Perhaps, family as it should have been. For a moment he felt a pang of jealousy for how Beorhtric must have grown and felt during his childhood years.
Now Hildred was upon him, her arms locked firmly about. “Thank you, Hildred,” he answered, though for a moment he could not seem to release her. “When you give it to her, tell Paega I love her. And Tait loves her too,” he smiled to himself. Hildred was alike in size and stature to Runa herself; and had the same distinct herbal smell to her hair. Even her grip about him was comforting, and his arms languished. Hildred was what a good mother was, he though to himself, and his jealousy was gone. He was glad that Beorhtric and Runa had grown with her. Runa would not have been the same without Hildred and Amalric's guidance.
A pang of emotion flew through the man, as his thoughts turned back to his wife, and he squeezed Hildred all the more tightly. “I'll try my best to stay in one piece for her,” he muttered.
Elin was glaring at the two of them, bristling, and Ceorl was holding her back. How dare her son hold to Hildred in such a way! He had barely given her a moments notice and here he was clinging to the woman as if she were his own mother.
“Hildred!” she now protested vocally. “Hildred, unhand my son! You've no right!”
Ceolmund had stooped to whisper to Hildred. “Runa has worried herself sick the past few days, please check in on her.”
“HILDRED!” Elin was attempting to rip herself away from Ceorl.
“Elin, stop. Don't make a scene,” his voice was rigid. Ceolmund was the Captain. His men did not need to see his mother throwing a fit in the street.
“Make her stay with you if my Mother does anything... if you think she will, don't let her stay alone,” Ceolmund whispered almost desperately. “Gods, I'm going to miss her. I feel terrible leaving her. It took me so long to notice, I do not think I can go a month without her. She needs me here, what will my Mother do to her?”
“Hildred. Hildred!” Elin was demanding. Ceorl was trying to pull her away down the street, but Elin resisted, her feet planted firmly, and the man could not decide if she would put up more of a scene with her shouting, or if he had to carry her away kicking and screaming.
Though, all the same, the embrace from his father-in-law felt just right. Perhaps, family as it should have been. For a moment he felt a pang of jealousy for how Beorhtric must have grown and felt during his childhood years.
Now Hildred was upon him, her arms locked firmly about. “Thank you, Hildred,” he answered, though for a moment he could not seem to release her. “When you give it to her, tell Paega I love her. And Tait loves her too,” he smiled to himself. Hildred was alike in size and stature to Runa herself; and had the same distinct herbal smell to her hair. Even her grip about him was comforting, and his arms languished. Hildred was what a good mother was, he though to himself, and his jealousy was gone. He was glad that Beorhtric and Runa had grown with her. Runa would not have been the same without Hildred and Amalric's guidance.
A pang of emotion flew through the man, as his thoughts turned back to his wife, and he squeezed Hildred all the more tightly. “I'll try my best to stay in one piece for her,” he muttered.
Elin was glaring at the two of them, bristling, and Ceorl was holding her back. How dare her son hold to Hildred in such a way! He had barely given her a moments notice and here he was clinging to the woman as if she were his own mother.
“Hildred!” she now protested vocally. “Hildred, unhand my son! You've no right!”
Ceolmund had stooped to whisper to Hildred. “Runa has worried herself sick the past few days, please check in on her.”
“HILDRED!” Elin was attempting to rip herself away from Ceorl.
“Elin, stop. Don't make a scene,” his voice was rigid. Ceolmund was the Captain. His men did not need to see his mother throwing a fit in the street.
“Make her stay with you if my Mother does anything... if you think she will, don't let her stay alone,” Ceolmund whispered almost desperately. “Gods, I'm going to miss her. I feel terrible leaving her. It took me so long to notice, I do not think I can go a month without her. She needs me here, what will my Mother do to her?”
“Hildred. Hildred!” Elin was demanding. Ceorl was trying to pull her away down the street, but Elin resisted, her feet planted firmly, and the man could not decide if she would put up more of a scene with her shouting, or if he had to carry her away kicking and screaming.