"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
There are few things in the world of Caido that truly ground her. Having her son in her arms is one of them. Despite his new height and horns, Edmund doesn't hesitate to make himself smaller in her hold, curling around her protectively as he squeezes her back just as tightly. "Okay... You know I worry." An understatement. She did much more than worry, but Edmund already knew that.
The worry is put to bed as he allows her the opprotunity to look him over. He does the same to her. Checking to make sure she didn't look any worse for wear. Despite her delicate condition, the Nightshade doesn't seem to be on a downward trajectory. A win these days. Her typical pale parlor is exacerbated by the lack of sunlight in the Grounds, but she's no thinner and the smudges under her eyes no darker that usual.
"Of course, ma petite étoile." The term of endearment she's had for him since he was a babe slipping past her lips easily. She's about to turn away to put the kettle when he produces the sunflower, causing her to stop short. Maeve's jade gaze widens and she smiles, a light that rarely occurs these days filling her eyes as she takes the flower from him carefully. "Oh its so lovely... Thank you." Pressing a kiss to his cheek, the Nightshade finds a vase, filling it with water and placing the stem inside before setting it on the table.
Aidon takes the opprotunity to come nudge at Edmund's hand now that he's seated, demanding attention from the boy with a loud trill, huffing a puff of smoke in his direction. Maeve busies herself with the tea and making a small dinner despite the fact that he didn't ask for one. "How are you doing? Traveling a lot still?" It was one of the safe topics they discussed, choosing to stay away from things like politics and conflict. "How's your brother? Have you visited him at all lately. He hasn't responded to my most recent letter..."{/day}
The worry is put to bed as he allows her the opprotunity to look him over. He does the same to her. Checking to make sure she didn't look any worse for wear. Despite her delicate condition, the Nightshade doesn't seem to be on a downward trajectory. A win these days. Her typical pale parlor is exacerbated by the lack of sunlight in the Grounds, but she's no thinner and the smudges under her eyes no darker that usual.
"Of course, ma petite étoile." The term of endearment she's had for him since he was a babe slipping past her lips easily. She's about to turn away to put the kettle when he produces the sunflower, causing her to stop short. Maeve's jade gaze widens and she smiles, a light that rarely occurs these days filling her eyes as she takes the flower from him carefully. "Oh its so lovely... Thank you." Pressing a kiss to his cheek, the Nightshade finds a vase, filling it with water and placing the stem inside before setting it on the table.
Aidon takes the opprotunity to come nudge at Edmund's hand now that he's seated, demanding attention from the boy with a loud trill, huffing a puff of smoke in his direction. Maeve busies herself with the tea and making a small dinner despite the fact that he didn't ask for one. "How are you doing? Traveling a lot still?" It was one of the safe topics they discussed, choosing to stay away from things like politics and conflict. "How's your brother? Have you visited him at all lately. He hasn't responded to my most recent letter..."{/day}
Maeve
