An Outing to the Market (December 3010)
Nov 11, 2017 15:46:10 GMT -5
Post by Ceolmund on Nov 11, 2017 15:46:10 GMT -5
It was over in a flash as Elin shot forward and Beorhtric apprehended her and forcibly turned her out the door. Elin stood for a moment in the cold, her face a grimace before she grumbled to herself and stormed off toward her home.
Eormund was shrieking, high pitched as Ceolmund made a few quick paces and reached to take the child from Hildred. “It's alright now, Yomie,” he told the baby, his voice feigning a brightness. “Nobody will let that one touch you. You're fine.” He kissed the little boy's nose, and his little blue eyes opened as if in surprise. His cries began to settle however, at the familiar scent and sound of his Papa.
He gave a quick look to the door where Adanedhel was taking his leave, and nodded to the elf. Yes, it was certain he needed to return before Oda found him missing and so far from the Hall, though in a way Ceolmund was glad that he had seen him there. He was not so unnerved at his presence in the end, as he had been when he had first stepped into the shop.
“Bye bye, Adawn!” Paega was waving and calling to the door.
Ceolmund turned and found Runa right behind him, a worried look in her eye, and he pressed the baby's little forehead right against his Mother's cheek to settle the both of them. Eormund was still making sharp cacks and whines, yet the shrill screams had dissipated. As soon as he smelled his mother though, his little mouth opened and began rooting upon her face, taking her nose into his mouth and beginning to suck hard.
“Yomie, that's not milkers!” Paega giggled. “Yomie, look down heew!” Paega reached down and clutched Runa's breast in her little hand. Eormund seemed to pay no mind, however everyone else in the room looked toward them at the announcement.
“Ah…” Ceolmund started… the action would have caused him to laugh if not for the earlier discussion. “I best carry him,” Ceolmund told Runa knowingly, pulling Eormund back and bouncing him lightly as he did so to distract him from his cries.
“Which direction did she take, Beorhtric?” Ceolmund stopped near the doorway where Runa's brother had been looking out. Eormund was still fussing against him, his little red face was rooting against Ceolmund's tunic as if in search. Hildred had followed the baby, and was swaddling him and tucking him further into the blankets even as Ceolmund held him.
“You won't find a teat there,” Lady Agathe almost laughed as she moved to press back between the men, and took a final look at Eormund seeking his meal. “Needs his mama. Ceolmund give him to his teat! And speaking of meals, I need to get home and get the tea on,” she excused herself.
Ceolmund eyed the older woman, his eyes slightly narrowed in disturbance. Surely she did not expect Runa to open up and feed him right here in the shoe shop. He knew he would need to carry the child home himself, else the little piglet would go into a frantic frenzy smelling that milk upon his mother's dress.
“Kitta, give that last cake to Runa. I'm sure she's hungry. Jodis near sucked the life out of me,” she said exasperatedly. “Though I suppose she still does the same now in a different way. Aside, a little sweet can settle the nerves,” she said knowingly.
“I will give it to hew!” Paega said delightedly, wiggling down from Runa's grasp for the mug cake from the basket. She plucked it out quickly and looked to it, as one little finger reached out to swipe the icing off the top. She popped the sticky finger into her mouth, grinning. “Heew, Mama!” she offered it upwards.
“Come on, Paegi! Let's run!” Jodis shouted as she fastened her cloak back about her shoulders.
“Goodbye Gwandma, Gwandpa, Uncle Bear, Aunt Sunni and Uncle Cenwick!” Paega prattled off a list of names as she took off with the older little girl.
“Jodis! Not far, keep her near!” Hailve shouted even as Ceolmund had already started out the door after the children. “Don't forget the shoes you came for, dear,” Hailve added to Runa she took up both the golden pair of slippers and the smaller pair meant for Paega.
“Cynburga, are you walking with us?” Kitta asked the old woman kindly.
“Not this time. Need to get some goat hooves and gypsum at the market first,” she answered, giving Runa and Ceolmund a fleeting glance, though she paused to look over Eormund for a moment before scuttling out the door in front of them.
Ceolmund looked back over his shoulder to his wife. “Come on, love, let's go home,” he said as he stepped out of the door before her.
Eormund was shrieking, high pitched as Ceolmund made a few quick paces and reached to take the child from Hildred. “It's alright now, Yomie,” he told the baby, his voice feigning a brightness. “Nobody will let that one touch you. You're fine.” He kissed the little boy's nose, and his little blue eyes opened as if in surprise. His cries began to settle however, at the familiar scent and sound of his Papa.
He gave a quick look to the door where Adanedhel was taking his leave, and nodded to the elf. Yes, it was certain he needed to return before Oda found him missing and so far from the Hall, though in a way Ceolmund was glad that he had seen him there. He was not so unnerved at his presence in the end, as he had been when he had first stepped into the shop.
“Bye bye, Adawn!” Paega was waving and calling to the door.
Ceolmund turned and found Runa right behind him, a worried look in her eye, and he pressed the baby's little forehead right against his Mother's cheek to settle the both of them. Eormund was still making sharp cacks and whines, yet the shrill screams had dissipated. As soon as he smelled his mother though, his little mouth opened and began rooting upon her face, taking her nose into his mouth and beginning to suck hard.
“Yomie, that's not milkers!” Paega giggled. “Yomie, look down heew!” Paega reached down and clutched Runa's breast in her little hand. Eormund seemed to pay no mind, however everyone else in the room looked toward them at the announcement.
“Ah…” Ceolmund started… the action would have caused him to laugh if not for the earlier discussion. “I best carry him,” Ceolmund told Runa knowingly, pulling Eormund back and bouncing him lightly as he did so to distract him from his cries.
“Which direction did she take, Beorhtric?” Ceolmund stopped near the doorway where Runa's brother had been looking out. Eormund was still fussing against him, his little red face was rooting against Ceolmund's tunic as if in search. Hildred had followed the baby, and was swaddling him and tucking him further into the blankets even as Ceolmund held him.
“You won't find a teat there,” Lady Agathe almost laughed as she moved to press back between the men, and took a final look at Eormund seeking his meal. “Needs his mama. Ceolmund give him to his teat! And speaking of meals, I need to get home and get the tea on,” she excused herself.
Ceolmund eyed the older woman, his eyes slightly narrowed in disturbance. Surely she did not expect Runa to open up and feed him right here in the shoe shop. He knew he would need to carry the child home himself, else the little piglet would go into a frantic frenzy smelling that milk upon his mother's dress.
“Kitta, give that last cake to Runa. I'm sure she's hungry. Jodis near sucked the life out of me,” she said exasperatedly. “Though I suppose she still does the same now in a different way. Aside, a little sweet can settle the nerves,” she said knowingly.
“I will give it to hew!” Paega said delightedly, wiggling down from Runa's grasp for the mug cake from the basket. She plucked it out quickly and looked to it, as one little finger reached out to swipe the icing off the top. She popped the sticky finger into her mouth, grinning. “Heew, Mama!” she offered it upwards.
“Come on, Paegi! Let's run!” Jodis shouted as she fastened her cloak back about her shoulders.
“Goodbye Gwandma, Gwandpa, Uncle Bear, Aunt Sunni and Uncle Cenwick!” Paega prattled off a list of names as she took off with the older little girl.
“Jodis! Not far, keep her near!” Hailve shouted even as Ceolmund had already started out the door after the children. “Don't forget the shoes you came for, dear,” Hailve added to Runa she took up both the golden pair of slippers and the smaller pair meant for Paega.
“Cynburga, are you walking with us?” Kitta asked the old woman kindly.
“Not this time. Need to get some goat hooves and gypsum at the market first,” she answered, giving Runa and Ceolmund a fleeting glance, though she paused to look over Eormund for a moment before scuttling out the door in front of them.
Ceolmund looked back over his shoulder to his wife. “Come on, love, let's go home,” he said as he stepped out of the door before her.