RONIN
When scheduled turned out to be mid-morning, as that was when both Ronin and Aoife were guaranteed to be up and at 'em. Granted, the former captain was used to changing from a lark to an owl whenever it was needed. His daughter, however, had not yet gotten the memo. Still, she was awake at least, as Ronin answered the door to Phoebe, Aoife cuddled against his chest with her thumb in her mouth, head snug against the crook of his neck.
"Ah, come in." Ronin grinned brightly to the midwife on his doorstep, stepping aside for her to enter the hall. It was a different Ronin that greeted her to the man who had nervously brought his newborn along to her first checkup, Ronin leading them through into the greathall where a fire crackled merrily in the hearth and the scent of woodsmoke and roasting meat wafted through the air.
"Long time no see, Phoebe. Do you want something to drink?"
"Ah, come in." Ronin grinned brightly to the midwife on his doorstep, stepping aside for her to enter the hall. It was a different Ronin that greeted her to the man who had nervously brought his newborn along to her first checkup, Ronin leading them through into the greathall where a fire crackled merrily in the hearth and the scent of woodsmoke and roasting meat wafted through the air.
"Long time no see, Phoebe. Do you want something to drink?"
a star in someone else's sky
