10-20-2017, 01:18 AM
Seirye hummed softly as she walked slowly through the (mostly) abandoned corridors of the manor that had become their temporary refuge. Her arms were delicately wrapped around the bundle of cloth that contained her son. The boy barely a few days old, though fortunately Auguste seemed to be healthy despite the... uncharacteristic nature of both his development and the situation of his birth.
Now he was breathing gently, his eyes closed, with one small hand securely clutching the folds of his mother's dress.
The woman offered a small smile as she looked down at him, and held the infant just a little bit tighter as she continued on her absent-minded stroll.
But then a noise caught her attention.
She came to a stop, her eyes instinctively moving to trace the source of the disturbance, and her illuminated gaze fell on a small, slight figure that was striking rapidly at the still, solid form of a training dummy on the other side of an open door that lead out into a courtyard. Seirye's brow furrowed for a moment, though the recognition was nearly instantaneous as she made note of the mass of bushy, thick hair that was whipping through the air with every well-timed strike.
Ah, Molle...
The healer's humming ceased as she took a few steps closer, and she leaned her shoulder against the doorway as she took a moment to watch the rogue's expertly practiced and fluid movements. Movements she had previously been unable to appreciate.
Again, her brow furrowed.
I wonder how she has been doing in all this.
Now he was breathing gently, his eyes closed, with one small hand securely clutching the folds of his mother's dress.
The woman offered a small smile as she looked down at him, and held the infant just a little bit tighter as she continued on her absent-minded stroll.
But then a noise caught her attention.
She came to a stop, her eyes instinctively moving to trace the source of the disturbance, and her illuminated gaze fell on a small, slight figure that was striking rapidly at the still, solid form of a training dummy on the other side of an open door that lead out into a courtyard. Seirye's brow furrowed for a moment, though the recognition was nearly instantaneous as she made note of the mass of bushy, thick hair that was whipping through the air with every well-timed strike.
Ah, Molle...
The healer's humming ceased as she took a few steps closer, and she leaned her shoulder against the doorway as she took a moment to watch the rogue's expertly practiced and fluid movements. Movements she had previously been unable to appreciate.
Again, her brow furrowed.
I wonder how she has been doing in all this.