AINO
Left gaping as Sah marched straight in and started up banter with her mother like they were old friends - which... apparently they were? - Aino slowly followed inside and shut the door. Hands coming to rest on her hips, she gave the house a long look around. Ilma had been at it again; there were unwashed dishes in the kitchen nook and the scent of baked bread was heavy in the air. The fireplace had been swept, a bucket full of ash left with clear address to Aino, and not only had the elderly woman made it from bed to couch, but she had managed to acquire a pair of Aino's worn out socks and sat darning them like nothing untowards had ever happened.
A long suffering sigh escaped her at the mischievous winks between her mother and Sah. The young man might only see the wrinkles of laughter and indomitable spirit - but the daughter spied signs of pain and wear in the lines around her mother's lips. This was not the time to nag about it though; they'd had similar conversations too often already.
"No need to tell ya to make yerself at home, I see," she noted dryly to Sah, and started to peel her coat off. Kicking boots into a corner by the door, she stepped over to the cabinet and began to pull out glasses and a bottle of something that looked like water, but definitely was not.
"Ma neglects to tell me a lot of things. Has she told you that she used to be a hunter?"
"When I was young and spry, and could keep pace with a luxere at full sprint!" Ilma confirmed with chipper voice, grinning with amusement. "You better be pouring me one of those, too, lassie."
Aino snorted, and added another glass; the liquid sloshed into three small shots, that she brought over. One for Sah, one for the matron of the house, and the third she kept for herself.
"Cheers, then," she offered, raising her glass in Sah's direction.
A long suffering sigh escaped her at the mischievous winks between her mother and Sah. The young man might only see the wrinkles of laughter and indomitable spirit - but the daughter spied signs of pain and wear in the lines around her mother's lips. This was not the time to nag about it though; they'd had similar conversations too often already.
"No need to tell ya to make yerself at home, I see," she noted dryly to Sah, and started to peel her coat off. Kicking boots into a corner by the door, she stepped over to the cabinet and began to pull out glasses and a bottle of something that looked like water, but definitely was not.
"Ma neglects to tell me a lot of things. Has she told you that she used to be a hunter?"
"When I was young and spry, and could keep pace with a luxere at full sprint!" Ilma confirmed with chipper voice, grinning with amusement. "You better be pouring me one of those, too, lassie."
Aino snorted, and added another glass; the liquid sloshed into three small shots, that she brought over. One for Sah, one for the matron of the house, and the third she kept for herself.
"Cheers, then," she offered, raising her glass in Sah's direction.
Come and conquer, drop your bombs
Cross my borders and kill the calm
Cross my borders and kill the calm
