Please Bow-have (February 3011) - [Adanedhel]
Feb 28, 2018 19:25:56 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Feb 28, 2018 19:25:56 GMT -5
February was grey and bleak, and the winds that blew over the city of Edoras were bitten with chill and ice. Eormund had risen early, wanting to take his first breakfast before the sun had risen, and to try and keep the baby from waking her lingering houseguests, Runa had near bolted from the bed to take the child back to the covers with her.
As usual, he had bitten down upon her breast with content upon his chubby face, and had closed his eyes as he wriggled against her. Runa groaned lightly. Ceolmund’s muster this time around had been harder for her than she had realized it would be. Paega was a beacon of energy, flitting this way and that like the sparrow that earned the child her nickname, and with words that seemed to have no still from the moment she woke to the moment she rested. Eormund was, overall, a pleasant and easy baby—so long as his meals stayed constant. She knew Paega missed Ceolmund terribly, and she had an inkling that even Yomie was able to tell that his Papa was gone. On top of that though, Ceolmund had left her with another gift. Her hand pressed against the small belly now once more tucked beneath the covers.
“Almost out of this stage,” she muttered to herself. The nausea was rampant this morning, though the look of content on her son’s face made Runa pray that she did not need bolt for the pail she kept in their bedchamber. Just a little longer, she knew, and the nausea would give way to hunger and exhaustion.
It had been, of course, a thing of thrill for her and Ceolmund to realize their family was growing once more, though she was not certain either of them had been anticipating the adjustment this time around. “We were able to do it with Paega,” Runa had naively stated. Well, a toddler was far different than having the start of a new pregnancy, a young baby, and an even more energetic toddler as well.
She was managing; Runa knew she would adjust fully given time, and she would certainly not trade anything away. But she cast an eye to the darkness of her curtains and sighed, once more looking down upon Yomie’s contented face.
“I was supposed to get to sleep a little today,” she hummed to him, knowing full well the babe neither understood nor cared. “Adanedhel is going to show Mama the bow today.” She yawned. “Which means you better behave, too.” Runa looked to her belly pointedly.
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As was often the case, it took a shade of time and patience to get Runa out of the house with her little caravan. Paega, her blonde curls pulled back into a haphazard braid, was bounding ahead, small leather quiver with four little arrows upon her hip, and the matching small bow in her hand. She was singing a song, though the lyrics were whimsical nonsense that Runa could neither follow nor predict. “We’we going to shoot today!” The girl trilled excitedly, interrupting her own music before once more shifting to the song, singing now of Tait and apples. The four year old was fond of both of those subjects, Runa knew.
Runa was trailing behind, her own quiver of six arrows resting on her hip, bow strung and carried across her body, the bowstring pressing against her chest as she cradled her sleeping son. It was, likely, going to be an ordeal to be both a mother and a student, and she wondered if when Adanedhel has assured her they would be no trouble for their lesson, if he was used to having children about. Paega, though, had wished to go as well, and Runa had felt wrong leaving Eormund with her mother. If he awoke screaming for food, she was the only one who could help.
“Thank you for doing this,” Runa said after a moment. Ahead, the archery range was set up. They had needed to leave the walls of the city to find where the recruits trained their marksmanship, though so close to the city, Runa held no fear of trouble. “I have hardly held a bow before, and not since my injury,” she added thoughtfully.
“Papa takes me shooting,” Paega declared. “Adawn and I can help!”
“Let me just…get the baby situated,” Runa laughed. They had arrived, and using the woolen blanket Runa had carried with them, she made a little bed for Eormund to use while he slept his second breakfast away. “Someday he’ll be big enough to shoot with us, but for now…” She trailed a finger over his round cheek, and the baby yawned, and licked his lips. She smiled at him, heart welling. “He looks like Ceol,” she said as she stood and turned.
“I do, too,” Paega remarked. It was true. The girl did indeed look like Ceolmund when she made certain expressions, and Runa laughed, ruffling her curls with a gentle hand.
“So, Master Elf—how does one begin to learn archery?” Runa asked.
As usual, he had bitten down upon her breast with content upon his chubby face, and had closed his eyes as he wriggled against her. Runa groaned lightly. Ceolmund’s muster this time around had been harder for her than she had realized it would be. Paega was a beacon of energy, flitting this way and that like the sparrow that earned the child her nickname, and with words that seemed to have no still from the moment she woke to the moment she rested. Eormund was, overall, a pleasant and easy baby—so long as his meals stayed constant. She knew Paega missed Ceolmund terribly, and she had an inkling that even Yomie was able to tell that his Papa was gone. On top of that though, Ceolmund had left her with another gift. Her hand pressed against the small belly now once more tucked beneath the covers.
“Almost out of this stage,” she muttered to herself. The nausea was rampant this morning, though the look of content on her son’s face made Runa pray that she did not need bolt for the pail she kept in their bedchamber. Just a little longer, she knew, and the nausea would give way to hunger and exhaustion.
It had been, of course, a thing of thrill for her and Ceolmund to realize their family was growing once more, though she was not certain either of them had been anticipating the adjustment this time around. “We were able to do it with Paega,” Runa had naively stated. Well, a toddler was far different than having the start of a new pregnancy, a young baby, and an even more energetic toddler as well.
She was managing; Runa knew she would adjust fully given time, and she would certainly not trade anything away. But she cast an eye to the darkness of her curtains and sighed, once more looking down upon Yomie’s contented face.
“I was supposed to get to sleep a little today,” she hummed to him, knowing full well the babe neither understood nor cared. “Adanedhel is going to show Mama the bow today.” She yawned. “Which means you better behave, too.” Runa looked to her belly pointedly.
--
As was often the case, it took a shade of time and patience to get Runa out of the house with her little caravan. Paega, her blonde curls pulled back into a haphazard braid, was bounding ahead, small leather quiver with four little arrows upon her hip, and the matching small bow in her hand. She was singing a song, though the lyrics were whimsical nonsense that Runa could neither follow nor predict. “We’we going to shoot today!” The girl trilled excitedly, interrupting her own music before once more shifting to the song, singing now of Tait and apples. The four year old was fond of both of those subjects, Runa knew.
Runa was trailing behind, her own quiver of six arrows resting on her hip, bow strung and carried across her body, the bowstring pressing against her chest as she cradled her sleeping son. It was, likely, going to be an ordeal to be both a mother and a student, and she wondered if when Adanedhel has assured her they would be no trouble for their lesson, if he was used to having children about. Paega, though, had wished to go as well, and Runa had felt wrong leaving Eormund with her mother. If he awoke screaming for food, she was the only one who could help.
“Thank you for doing this,” Runa said after a moment. Ahead, the archery range was set up. They had needed to leave the walls of the city to find where the recruits trained their marksmanship, though so close to the city, Runa held no fear of trouble. “I have hardly held a bow before, and not since my injury,” she added thoughtfully.
“Papa takes me shooting,” Paega declared. “Adawn and I can help!”
“Let me just…get the baby situated,” Runa laughed. They had arrived, and using the woolen blanket Runa had carried with them, she made a little bed for Eormund to use while he slept his second breakfast away. “Someday he’ll be big enough to shoot with us, but for now…” She trailed a finger over his round cheek, and the baby yawned, and licked his lips. She smiled at him, heart welling. “He looks like Ceol,” she said as she stood and turned.
“I do, too,” Paega remarked. It was true. The girl did indeed look like Ceolmund when she made certain expressions, and Runa laughed, ruffling her curls with a gentle hand.
“So, Master Elf—how does one begin to learn archery?” Runa asked.