RONIN
Nodding gently as Phoebe declined a drink, Ronin moved to sink down into a comfy chair before the hearth, waving a hand to invite the midwife to sit as well. "Yes, that's true. I'm glad, at least, that you were still nearby to help out, when I couldn't be." He meant with his daughter, of course, Ronin grinning as Phoebe moved to greet her. Aoife's thumb slipped from her mouth so she could smile adoringly at the pretty face that moved so close, starlit eyes following waggling fingers curiously.
"You have caught her on the tail end of waking up." Ronin winked to Phoebe, kissing Aoife's mop of curls affectionately. "She'll be a bag of beans within the hour, I guarantee it. How have you been, though? Business booming?"
"You have caught her on the tail end of waking up." Ronin winked to Phoebe, kissing Aoife's mop of curls affectionately. "She'll be a bag of beans within the hour, I guarantee it. How have you been, though? Business booming?"
a star in someone else's sky
