RORY
i told the stars about you
Vaya, fortunately, did not know anything about Remi's brief moment of ferocious instincts, and just waited with her tail wagging as he dismounted. Upon the fence, Rory shaded his eyes to watch the awkward procedure, snorting to himself in amusement as the alchemist managed to disentangle himself from horse and saddle and stirrup. It got the job done, but it lacked grace, and it was oddly endearing.With her prey now on the ground, Vaya thrust her cold nose towards Remi's thighs, looking for a hand to nose and perhaps gently lick; begging for some ear scratches before eventually losing interest and being content to just follow in their wake. Rory had turned back to watching the herd, because something in the twisting motion had begun to pull uncomfortably on his back. He had been clearing out some encroaching saplings and bushes earlier, and he was beginning to feel it now.
The gurgling of the child heralded Remi's presence, and Rory's gaze first went to the goat. She wasn't showing any signs of being bothered by the extra audience, so he allowed himself to turn and watch his company instead.
It struck him as rather odd, seeing Remi with a baby. He remembered the cluttered workshop: swords and rakes and all manner of odds and ends, bits and bobs, strewn about in some form of chaotic (dis)order. He was not a man Rory would've associated with the role of being a father, but then again, it had not been his choice. "Hello Remi," he said, bright despite the fact that his face looked tired. Shadows threatened underneath his eyes. Fiat Lux had taken time away from work around here, which meant that he had had some long days catching up.
He leaned over slightly towards Aoife, the mythical baby he had mostly heard about but rarely seen. "How's the princess doing?" he asked warmly, evidently meaning Aoife as he was still leaning towards her, blue eyes on her starry ones. "And did you enjoy Fiat Lux?"
