"What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said.
It doesn't occur to her that he might still think Edmund to be his, but she knows that he has her mother's eyes. Her eyes used to be blue when she was a baby. That's what she was could tell from pictures and her mother's eyes were the same blue. His might change as he grows, but for now they are that icy blue with the same flecks of grey as her own. Maeve sighs softly in relief at having her arms free and Edmund only squirms for a moment longer before he's dropping his head against Sunjata's chest. His whole body lifts with a heavy sigh and then he's close to going limp, resting his head on his shoulder as he curls his fingers back into his shirt, "I'm just scared he'll think it was because of him when he grows up, you know?"
Maeve admits softly, starting to meander slowly through the market, stopping occasionally to examine the wares and pick up a few things to turn over in her hands. "You're a natural, by the way." She says of him holding Edmund, the babe already getting drowsy simply resting against his large chest, listening to his even heart beat and only occasionally babbling.
Maeve admits softly, starting to meander slowly through the market, stopping occasionally to examine the wares and pick up a few things to turn over in her hands. "You're a natural, by the way." She says of him holding Edmund, the babe already getting drowsy simply resting against his large chest, listening to his even heart beat and only occasionally babbling.
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