âYou would not believe the day I had today,â Lita chuckled, sliding the plate of food in front of her king as he sat on the large bench amid her Arboretum. The table he occupied contained several scattered data pads, each humming as scores of information scrolled on the screen. Lita pushed the second plate she had onto the surface before scrambling up onto the empty space next to him.
âWould this have something to do with you sneaking off and almost getting ambushed by the planetary locals?â he asked coldly, shooting her a side eyed glare. Lita gasped, hair flying as she twisted about to a nearby tree. Kalle stood against the massive trunk, eyes elsewhere as Lita fumed,
âYou tattled on me!â She accused indignantly, earning her an unamused huff,
âMaybe youâll actually listen this time aroundâŚâ
âIf you think she listens to me any better than she listens to you,â Konrad muttered irritably, reaching out for the food heâd been given, âThen you are sorely underestimating how stubborn she truly is.â
âDonât speak of me as if Iâm not here,â Lita warned, wagging a finger at her king that he eyed dispassionately, âBesides, I had quite the adventure before those ruffians ruined my day. Shall I tell you?â
âNoâŚâ The Primarch and his gene-son both spoke in the same deadpanned tone, which elicited a sigh of frustration from the small human.
âYou two are no fun, I swear. Kalle, come eat.â
The Astartes obeyed, begrudgingly, and sat opposite of them. As he dug into his food his eye wandered to one of the data pads,
âAre these the reports from the Warmaster, about the purge last cycle?â
âThey are.â Konrad answered curtly, âWhy?â
Their conversation turned to battle plans and reports that Lita couldnât quite follow on the best of her days, but she was content. A warmth spread from her chest down to the tips of her toes, making her smile as she watched the pair of them talk.
It was rare that the two of them got along, Kalleâs psychic abilities often a point of contention between them. She was thankful that at least for today they were all having a pleasant conversation at dinner.
To others this would be a strange scene indeed, but to her it was comfort.
And she wouldnât trade her strange, little family for anything in the universe.