#thuella

“…N’ she’s gettin’ older, y’know? ‘s hard enough ‘ta eat eggs now, what happens when she’s layin’ ‘em?”

Another night comes and goes with the dwarf invading the captain’s cabin, wasted off her secret stash and mumbling about her daughter. She may have mentioned just how comfortable she was bringing this matter up with him before, but little could prepare the captain for her not-infrequent visits.

“She doesn’t mind eatin’ eggs… kinda weird ‘ta me… I think she knows where they come from, aye?”

Splayed out on his floor, her words formed of eternally anxious love were carried on a chariot of spicy rum-breath. As the night drags on, more and more of her flasks’ contents spilled onto her chest. There was always that break point- the time when she couldn’t sip, simply pouring her booze over her face and hoping it lands in her open mouth. This was about that time.

“D’ya like eggs, chief? I don’t. Not since I started thinkin’ about it.”

Per usual Killian doesn’t get much of a chance to speak, and the words spoken in those quiet moments often drifted right through her empty skull. Maybe it was just the opportunity to speak with someone- ANYONE who could understand the troubles of parenthood that brought her here. Somehow in the mix she favored Killian’s ears over most.

“Really?!” A child’s excitement was not often met with positive thoughts. After all, a somewhat slothful woman could do little to keep up with the firecracker of a child when she got wound up. This time, however, was different.

In her daughter’s hand was a picture. Within the picture was a recent friend- one the girl had only heard of in her mother’s bedtime stories. Tall, strong, clad in a knight’s shimmering armor with a spear tipped with a shine only seen elsewhere in the Sunwell itself. Tales of heroics buzzed about and rattled her young mind, and the figure stood there in the flesh before her… well, in the flesh behind a thin scrap of paper.

The scribbling on the picture needed some parental assistance in translating, but the meaning within kept her heart beating at an unbearable speed. A blessing from the mythical hero in her dreams, addressed to her and her alone!

What began as a convenient source of tall tales quickly became a role model for the chick. Without any other source of upstanding moral example, her mother could only stare down at the girl inspired by a true champion of the light with pride. Perhaps she’ll grow up kind and well-adjusted after all.

Random Gen’d for Thuella))