Many Happy Returns (May 2997) - [Ceolmund]
Mar 2, 2018 12:08:02 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Mar 2, 2018 12:08:02 GMT -5
It seemed Runa’s jest quickly became a challenge of sorts. One that Ceolmund rose to easily. Runa watched, stomach flipping and wide-mouthed as her friend hauled himself up by naught but his own strength, seemingly hanging with ease as he peered into the nest. Her body warmed, and she was too taken by flutters to note what it was he was murmuring to the birds above.
He began to lower himself, and she quickly sought to rid herself of evidences of her interest before he turned. Pull yourself together, she scolded herself. Ceolmund, after all, thought of her as a sister. Her brother had reminded her of that often in his absence, seeing the way she had sulked, and the way she had spurned Gudmund’s advances. Perhaps things could change, she reasoned with herself. Much had changed for him in the past few months, though if he thought her a feral hound ensnared by base desires she knew he would be frightened.
Perhaps, though, there was already someone that was his. He had been gone long enough. He could have married. His wife could be expecting by now, waiting for him to buy them a house of their own before making her own journey to the great capital of Rohan. For a moment Runa floundered, even as he turned and jested with her on the ladder, wrapping his arms about her thighs and lifting her. His chin pressed against her stomach, and for a moment she caught her breath.
If he was married, she did not know what she would do. Her heart began to hammer, though her attention did shift to the nest and hatchlings the moment she was high enough.
“What… do you see?”
Despite the fact Ceolmund’s voice was a whisper, Runa heard it clear. “Oh! So many this time!” She trilled excitedly with a gasp, hands pressed against Ceolmund’s shoulders. He tightened his hold upon her, and for a moment she wondered if perhaps she was too heavy. Though, he had held himself up with those same arms not moments before. Surely he carried far more weight than she did.
The peeping rose, the pudgy, naked baby birds sensing someone’s presence. “Aw,” she cooed. “I can’t feed you,” she lamented. Mama Swallow was certainly nearby, though, and gathering to her babies’ content all the food they would be able to eat. They were plump enough for her to see they were being well taken care of. "We're going to have to watch the hawk," Runa hummed knowingly. She was not about to let any of these five precious babies be lost. Not from their nest.
He began to lower himself, and she quickly sought to rid herself of evidences of her interest before he turned. Pull yourself together, she scolded herself. Ceolmund, after all, thought of her as a sister. Her brother had reminded her of that often in his absence, seeing the way she had sulked, and the way she had spurned Gudmund’s advances. Perhaps things could change, she reasoned with herself. Much had changed for him in the past few months, though if he thought her a feral hound ensnared by base desires she knew he would be frightened.
Perhaps, though, there was already someone that was his. He had been gone long enough. He could have married. His wife could be expecting by now, waiting for him to buy them a house of their own before making her own journey to the great capital of Rohan. For a moment Runa floundered, even as he turned and jested with her on the ladder, wrapping his arms about her thighs and lifting her. His chin pressed against her stomach, and for a moment she caught her breath.
If he was married, she did not know what she would do. Her heart began to hammer, though her attention did shift to the nest and hatchlings the moment she was high enough.
“What… do you see?”
Despite the fact Ceolmund’s voice was a whisper, Runa heard it clear. “Oh! So many this time!” She trilled excitedly with a gasp, hands pressed against Ceolmund’s shoulders. He tightened his hold upon her, and for a moment she wondered if perhaps she was too heavy. Though, he had held himself up with those same arms not moments before. Surely he carried far more weight than she did.
The peeping rose, the pudgy, naked baby birds sensing someone’s presence. “Aw,” she cooed. “I can’t feed you,” she lamented. Mama Swallow was certainly nearby, though, and gathering to her babies’ content all the food they would be able to eat. They were plump enough for her to see they were being well taken care of. "We're going to have to watch the hawk," Runa hummed knowingly. She was not about to let any of these five precious babies be lost. Not from their nest.