Cordelia
Cordelia didn't look at her parents again as she was brought towards the kitchen by her son, following after him with barely a thought aside from the fact that he was here and needed her. Marcus and Amara took Noah's warning and slipped out with a quiet goodbye, knowing it best to leave their daughter for the time being. The One Shot reaches up for the bread she put away earlier that morning and a few bowls, intent on heating up the stew from last night as her son's arms wrap around her waist and he looks up at her with a sweet smile that's so much like his father's her breath catches in her throat.
Huffing out a gentle laugh, the One Shot reaches up, smoothing his wild curls away from his eyes gently before her hand cups his cheek. "Of course, my little flurry... Take these bowls and set the table for me, okay?" With the instructions given, the attuned is able to focus on getting the pot back over the fire, giving it a little stir to loosen up the thick stew. "Margot, come get the bread and milk to put on the table."
Of course, the girl must wait for her father to put her down, but she does as directed. First placing the milk on the table before coming back for the bread and butter that her mother made fresh that morning.
Huffing out a gentle laugh, the One Shot reaches up, smoothing his wild curls away from his eyes gently before her hand cups his cheek. "Of course, my little flurry... Take these bowls and set the table for me, okay?" With the instructions given, the attuned is able to focus on getting the pot back over the fire, giving it a little stir to loosen up the thick stew. "Margot, come get the bread and milk to put on the table."
Of course, the girl must wait for her father to put her down, but she does as directed. First placing the milk on the table before coming back for the bread and butter that her mother made fresh that morning.
'Cause darling, it was good // Never looking down
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
