Dancing Flames [Early May 2982] (Runa) (CW)
Nov 28, 2017 21:15:43 GMT -5
Post by Ceolmund on Nov 28, 2017 21:15:43 GMT -5
“It’s all right, sweetheart.”
Hildred's voice was gentle. But it was not all right. Ceolmund's eyes were beginning once more to brim with tears, and he picked up Hakon to cuddle him close, touching his smooth eye with one finger, and pressing the soft toy against his face. He thought of the musty smell Sunni's doll had made when she burned, and how there had been nothing left but her eyes in the end. He knew grandmother had started to make a new doll for her; yet the doll had to live at grandmother's house now, or else Mother would take her away again.
“Not speak of faeries? Elin forbids talk of them probably because she knows the faeries wouldn’t care for her!”
Ceolmund had missed the comment, though Sunnifa did not, and she looked up to Amalric at the words. “She shouts too loud. It scares them away,” she offered. It was certain the only reason the little girl had not seen a fairy herself; though she imagined once past that she had seen one among the grasses behind their grandmother's home on the hill.
“I promise, those faeries will hide Hakon should they need to!”
At the first word of Hakon, Ceolmund had looked back up to Amalric. Yes, he was right, the faeries would hide him.
Beorhtric even chimed in. It was the truth. Amalric knew of faeries far more than anyone else. He glanced back up toward Hildred with wet eyes, though soon moved for Amalric's lap as offered. He could not resist the embrace, and cuddled right against him.
“What ewse wiw the faewies do?” he asked, sniffling. “How wiw we find the Fawie King? He wiw take us and hide Hakon in the howow hiw, and Mothew wiw not be abow to find us. Did you find him befow?” His voice shuddered and he tried to hide his tears against Amalric. Mother did not want him to cry.
“Tell a story, Amalric,” Sunnifa pleaded, settling herself down on the hay bale right where Ceolmund had earlier been. She leaned back against Hildred, smiling, and then leaned further to place her cheek upon her round belly, giving it a small rub herself.
“Your baby wants to hear a story too, Ceol. She just told me so,” she offered. She could hardly sand herself to see her little brother upset, and while she was not so certain she heard the baby talking in the same way that Ceolmund had pronounced he could, she had enough of an imagination to pretend it.
“She does?” Ceolmund looked up quickly, almost gasping, then settled back against the man, happier now. “She wikes fawies too, I know. She wiw hewp me find them on Bewtane.” Ceolmund was not altogether certain that his baby would wish to come with he and Sunni and Hakon to the hollow hills though, for she would not want to leave Hildred and Amalric and Beorhtric. But maybe she would go to visit him there. She would want to see the fairy palace where he lived.
Hildred's voice was gentle. But it was not all right. Ceolmund's eyes were beginning once more to brim with tears, and he picked up Hakon to cuddle him close, touching his smooth eye with one finger, and pressing the soft toy against his face. He thought of the musty smell Sunni's doll had made when she burned, and how there had been nothing left but her eyes in the end. He knew grandmother had started to make a new doll for her; yet the doll had to live at grandmother's house now, or else Mother would take her away again.
“Not speak of faeries? Elin forbids talk of them probably because she knows the faeries wouldn’t care for her!”
Ceolmund had missed the comment, though Sunnifa did not, and she looked up to Amalric at the words. “She shouts too loud. It scares them away,” she offered. It was certain the only reason the little girl had not seen a fairy herself; though she imagined once past that she had seen one among the grasses behind their grandmother's home on the hill.
“I promise, those faeries will hide Hakon should they need to!”
At the first word of Hakon, Ceolmund had looked back up to Amalric. Yes, he was right, the faeries would hide him.
Beorhtric even chimed in. It was the truth. Amalric knew of faeries far more than anyone else. He glanced back up toward Hildred with wet eyes, though soon moved for Amalric's lap as offered. He could not resist the embrace, and cuddled right against him.
“What ewse wiw the faewies do?” he asked, sniffling. “How wiw we find the Fawie King? He wiw take us and hide Hakon in the howow hiw, and Mothew wiw not be abow to find us. Did you find him befow?” His voice shuddered and he tried to hide his tears against Amalric. Mother did not want him to cry.
“Tell a story, Amalric,” Sunnifa pleaded, settling herself down on the hay bale right where Ceolmund had earlier been. She leaned back against Hildred, smiling, and then leaned further to place her cheek upon her round belly, giving it a small rub herself.
“Your baby wants to hear a story too, Ceol. She just told me so,” she offered. She could hardly sand herself to see her little brother upset, and while she was not so certain she heard the baby talking in the same way that Ceolmund had pronounced he could, she had enough of an imagination to pretend it.
“She does?” Ceolmund looked up quickly, almost gasping, then settled back against the man, happier now. “She wikes fawies too, I know. She wiw hewp me find them on Bewtane.” Ceolmund was not altogether certain that his baby would wish to come with he and Sunni and Hakon to the hollow hills though, for she would not want to leave Hildred and Amalric and Beorhtric. But maybe she would go to visit him there. She would want to see the fairy palace where he lived.