Heard it on the Wind
Sept 19, 2018 15:25:48 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Sept 19, 2018 15:25:48 GMT -5
Runa’s pale face seemed to drop even further in shade as Avila spoke to Ceolmund. The nerve of the woman to be so bold, there before Ceolmund’s lawful wife! Yet, the woman could do nothing, and settled for glancing sideways toward her husband to read and measure his own receipt of such forward propositions.
Either he was untroubled by them, or he had not caught them. Given the state of their home since bringing Paega into their nest, the woman was truly unsure which one she should believe to be truth. Once more, Runa’s heart began to writhe in worry, and absently her hand brushed the linen of her abdomen once more.
“Runa. We should stop by Halfdan’s shop on the way to the grocer. I want to get you some of those beads.”
A breath of breeze like summer, his words and warm voice fell upon her ears. Runa felt a surge within her heart, enough to reach with her fingers and delicately take hold of his hand, eyes faintly growing warm. “Oh, Ceol, we don’t have to—”
“Oooh! Ooooooh! Papa Coleymond, me too? I want to have pwetty beads and bwaids!” Paega trilled, gripping yet the Captain’s other hand and tugging as she bounced in excitement. “We can be pwetty, right, Papa Coleymond?”
The doorbell rang out for the small shop before Ceolmund could truly offer word. “Ceolmund?” A voice quipped. It was graveled with age, and Runa immediately bit back a groan. “That wife of yours here, too?”
“Eorl’s flaming knickers,” she muttered, peering around Avila to see the hunched, grey head of Lady Agathe. “I’m here, Lady Agathe.”
“Meduseld’s planks, girl! I’ve not seen you since the wedding. Thought we were going to do tea! Oh—who’s this?” She pushed Avila from her path, and the old lady hobbled forward to peer at Paega over a hawkish nose.
“Hello! I’m Paega,” the girl chimed.
“Yours?” Agathe asked.
“She is now,” Runa offered, her voice warm as she looked down to the golden curls.
“She’ll need a sibling, girl!” Agathe declared in her way, her voice bright and eager as it always seemed to be at talk of babies. Runa felt her throat go dry and she squeezed Ceolmund’s hand in hopes the man would be able to quell Paega’s comment before it could bubble forth.
Either he was untroubled by them, or he had not caught them. Given the state of their home since bringing Paega into their nest, the woman was truly unsure which one she should believe to be truth. Once more, Runa’s heart began to writhe in worry, and absently her hand brushed the linen of her abdomen once more.
“Runa. We should stop by Halfdan’s shop on the way to the grocer. I want to get you some of those beads.”
A breath of breeze like summer, his words and warm voice fell upon her ears. Runa felt a surge within her heart, enough to reach with her fingers and delicately take hold of his hand, eyes faintly growing warm. “Oh, Ceol, we don’t have to—”
“Oooh! Ooooooh! Papa Coleymond, me too? I want to have pwetty beads and bwaids!” Paega trilled, gripping yet the Captain’s other hand and tugging as she bounced in excitement. “We can be pwetty, right, Papa Coleymond?”
The doorbell rang out for the small shop before Ceolmund could truly offer word. “Ceolmund?” A voice quipped. It was graveled with age, and Runa immediately bit back a groan. “That wife of yours here, too?”
“Eorl’s flaming knickers,” she muttered, peering around Avila to see the hunched, grey head of Lady Agathe. “I’m here, Lady Agathe.”
“Meduseld’s planks, girl! I’ve not seen you since the wedding. Thought we were going to do tea! Oh—who’s this?” She pushed Avila from her path, and the old lady hobbled forward to peer at Paega over a hawkish nose.
“Hello! I’m Paega,” the girl chimed.
“Yours?” Agathe asked.
“She is now,” Runa offered, her voice warm as she looked down to the golden curls.
“She’ll need a sibling, girl!” Agathe declared in her way, her voice bright and eager as it always seemed to be at talk of babies. Runa felt her throat go dry and she squeezed Ceolmund’s hand in hopes the man would be able to quell Paega’s comment before it could bubble forth.