Turning Tables
09-05-2013, 04:22 PM
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like no king was before The child appeared very much collected, though there was a glassiness to her eyes that could not be mistaken. A faint smile ghosted on his lips, seeking to quell the nerves of the child - though it didn't seem necessary. He listened as his wife gave the girl's name, and he would test it on his lips softly. "Arian." Then the explanation came, her mother brought her here. But where was this mother? Epiphron seemed to know more than she was letting on, but Maverick had an idea that she would tell him the whole story soon. Indeed she did. The child's father had been killed, but that still left no answer as to where the mother was. Then came the answer, the woman had been in bad shape - and she had died. Instinctively he would bring his bodice closer to his wife, allowing her a brief caress of warmth and comfort before he slipped into King mode. The woman needed to be buried, and the child could not do it. "Which border? I will go and see to her burial while you two relax and get something to eat. There's a rabbit in the den if the children haven't gnawed it to bones." His children seemed eager to try meat, but they weren't quite fully weaned yet - though they were getting close. If Epiphron wanted to join him he would not mind her company, Arian would be safe with the kids for a short while, but if she preferred to stay with the girl he would oblige her as well. It seemed the two had an unspoken bond. {Table coded by Lu} |
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