An Outing to the Market (December 3010)
Nov 5, 2017 20:01:32 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Nov 5, 2017 20:01:32 GMT -5
“Now! Show me your little brother. I bet you are a wonderful big sister. Does your mama let you hold him?”
Paega nodded. “But I have to be sitted,” she explained. “Yomie is a big baby! He gets it fwom Papa. Mama says so.”
“Yes, we have babies. We call them elflings instead. It usually takes a year before we have them here like your little brother. We learn a bit quicker as well Paega. My mother said I was walking and talking before other children. As for me, no. I do not have any. Many elves consider me too young and still a child. Though, I'm way older than what most think.”
“Elfwings,” Paega repeated the word, frowning faintly in consideration. “Is Yomie an elfwing?”
“No, sweetheart, Eormund’s not an elf,” Hildred cooed. “See? He has ears like you, and me.”
“Adawn has pwetty ears,” Paega acknowledged. That was when Jodis offered Adanedhel a mugcake.
“It's fine, child, let her give it away, at least she wants to share. In fact... we can get something else for Yule. We have plenty for everyone here.”
“Everyone but Yomie, he is too little.”
“He can only have milk,” Paega explained to Adanedhel, in case he did not know how human babies worked. “He doesn’t have any teef!”
“Look, Paegi, which do you want?”
“They’we vanilla?” She said excitedly. “I like vanilla!” She paused and looked over her shoulder toward the back door. “Mama and Papa might want one…and if Yomie gets a tweat we need Mama.”
“It’s all right, Paega, when they’re all finished outside, they can come inside and get one,” Amalric declared.
“I’ll shawe with Mama,” Paega giggled, taking in hand an offered mugcake and taking a big, eager bite. Crumbs rained down the front of her dress and the sugar glaze made a sticky mustache and beard around her lips.
--
"If we had known... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. I didn't realize she was adopted."
“Most people in the city knew,” Runa murmured. “I…assumed you did as well.”
Runa shifted uncomfortably, catching the glare that Eothain offered Ceolmund. “Ceol,” she said quietly. “Eormund is going to be hungry soon, and Paega still hasn’t gotten the shoes we came to pick up,” she murmured. It appeared to be time to go back inside; Eofor and Eothain seemed to have said their apology, and she was not certain Ceolmund was going to back down as easily as perhaps Eothain needed. Ceolmund’s passion for protecting made any sort of argument more challenging—if you were against him.
She smiled, the motion small and almost uncomfortable. “My lords, we don’t mean to keep you from the rest of your errands. Please, go well. And Happy Yule.”
Paega nodded. “But I have to be sitted,” she explained. “Yomie is a big baby! He gets it fwom Papa. Mama says so.”
“Yes, we have babies. We call them elflings instead. It usually takes a year before we have them here like your little brother. We learn a bit quicker as well Paega. My mother said I was walking and talking before other children. As for me, no. I do not have any. Many elves consider me too young and still a child. Though, I'm way older than what most think.”
“Elfwings,” Paega repeated the word, frowning faintly in consideration. “Is Yomie an elfwing?”
“No, sweetheart, Eormund’s not an elf,” Hildred cooed. “See? He has ears like you, and me.”
“Adawn has pwetty ears,” Paega acknowledged. That was when Jodis offered Adanedhel a mugcake.
“It's fine, child, let her give it away, at least she wants to share. In fact... we can get something else for Yule. We have plenty for everyone here.”
“Everyone but Yomie, he is too little.”
“He can only have milk,” Paega explained to Adanedhel, in case he did not know how human babies worked. “He doesn’t have any teef!”
“Look, Paegi, which do you want?”
“They’we vanilla?” She said excitedly. “I like vanilla!” She paused and looked over her shoulder toward the back door. “Mama and Papa might want one…and if Yomie gets a tweat we need Mama.”
“It’s all right, Paega, when they’re all finished outside, they can come inside and get one,” Amalric declared.
“I’ll shawe with Mama,” Paega giggled, taking in hand an offered mugcake and taking a big, eager bite. Crumbs rained down the front of her dress and the sugar glaze made a sticky mustache and beard around her lips.
--
"If we had known... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. I didn't realize she was adopted."
“Most people in the city knew,” Runa murmured. “I…assumed you did as well.”
Runa shifted uncomfortably, catching the glare that Eothain offered Ceolmund. “Ceol,” she said quietly. “Eormund is going to be hungry soon, and Paega still hasn’t gotten the shoes we came to pick up,” she murmured. It appeared to be time to go back inside; Eofor and Eothain seemed to have said their apology, and she was not certain Ceolmund was going to back down as easily as perhaps Eothain needed. Ceolmund’s passion for protecting made any sort of argument more challenging—if you were against him.
She smiled, the motion small and almost uncomfortable. “My lords, we don’t mean to keep you from the rest of your errands. Please, go well. And Happy Yule.”