AINO
"If you say so," she allowed, humor dancing about in icy eyes, drawing early crows-lines about their corners. "I hope you're wrong, though. About Caido. What makes you say it's getting restless?" Not one to listen to rumors or whispers from gods or spirits, much of the talk on the streets was unheard by Aino.
As for her mother; the woman snorted a quiet laugh. "She doesn't, most of the time. Prefers to sit on the bed and order me about, when I'm there. Only, when I come back I always find dishes to wash, knicknacks to pick up and food to distribute. How she drags herself around the house without legs I never know, but she does it."
Sitting back on her heels, to watch Deimos work, she allowed herself these quiet moments to forget about the heaping pile of chores still left to do. A few more minutes would not do any difference, and it had been a while since she talked to anyone new.
"Every once in a while, she ropes my brother's kids into taking her on a sled around the village. Bribing them with treats to make them run - they nearly knocked over the blacksmith the other day as they came charging."
Long-suffering and exasperated, the memory had her roll her eyes. Her mother. A real piece of work, nuisance to the whole town - and loved. So very, very loved.
As for her mother; the woman snorted a quiet laugh. "She doesn't, most of the time. Prefers to sit on the bed and order me about, when I'm there. Only, when I come back I always find dishes to wash, knicknacks to pick up and food to distribute. How she drags herself around the house without legs I never know, but she does it."
Sitting back on her heels, to watch Deimos work, she allowed herself these quiet moments to forget about the heaping pile of chores still left to do. A few more minutes would not do any difference, and it had been a while since she talked to anyone new.
"Every once in a while, she ropes my brother's kids into taking her on a sled around the village. Bribing them with treats to make them run - they nearly knocked over the blacksmith the other day as they came charging."
Long-suffering and exasperated, the memory had her roll her eyes. Her mother. A real piece of work, nuisance to the whole town - and loved. So very, very loved.
For the good times that we share,
and the bad times that we'll have
and the bad times that we'll have
