Caelum
i got a wildcard up my sleeve
and if love keeps giving me lemons
i'll just mix 'em in my drink
The little fae laughs warmly, eyes dancing.
She could understand his appreciation, "Yes, it does require a lot of effort and time, but many enjoy doing it. I have a few bakers who provide me the items for my shop to help me diversify what I offer, and gives them another revenue of income." She explains, watching him as he seemed to be growing more tired, his eyes already closed. She was glad to hear that he'd coughed most of the gunk from his throat out, it meant there was likely less damage to treat there. She did have to laugh more openly at his sleepy yawn, would her own son have been like this had he survived past those first few weeks. Her ears perk forward as he seemed to lean closer, and closer into falling aslweep.
So she figured it was safe to offer him a room.
He didn't even make it off of the pillows, soon descending into sleep, and she shook her head in fond amusement, before collecting some blankets, and gently levitating them over his form, so that he wouldn't get chilled through out the night. She then began the final closing procedures, encouraging the fireflies to go to sleep, their own lights dimming. Doors and windows were checked to make sure it was locked. Items put away in various storages charmed and enchanted to preserve the items for as long as possible. Only then did she turn towards the hallway that would lead to her own room. She left the door ajar, so she'd be able to hear him should he need anything.
Once a mother, always a mother, she supposed.
She was soon curling up in her own bedding, her gaze on the door, ears perked towards the guest just down the hall, in the main room, trusting that should he need her through out the night, she'd wake easily to assist, and wondering as she herself succumbed to sleep - if he'd enjoy more of those sweet pastries for breakfast. She woke briefly through out the night, long enough to emerge from her room, check on him to ensure he was resting peacefully, and so by the time light was just beginning to tinge the horizon, when she woke up she choose to begin her day.
She'd always been an early riser, anyway.
She hummed quietly after checking on Aeon and finding him still asleep for the time being, and began to set up shop, placing pastries in warmers, heating kettles for tea. She set aside a handful of those pastries Aeon had enjoyed last night, as well as some fruit; before setting the tray out next to Aeon, knowing if the colt was anything like a normal colt, the smell of food would wake him faster than if she should try. So she spent the rest of the time opening up windows and doors, and tidying up around the shop, before glancing back at the young colt, "Go ahead and get something to eat in you, there's more if you're still hungry. I want to check your wounds before we see to getting you back home after breakfast though - just to make sure the bandages are still secure," She stated in fond greeting, once seeing him not quite as dead to the world as prior.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Aeon
Notes: I figure another post or two from each where he gets some food in him, and she escorts him out of Denocte, and we can call this thread completed <3
She could understand his appreciation, "Yes, it does require a lot of effort and time, but many enjoy doing it. I have a few bakers who provide me the items for my shop to help me diversify what I offer, and gives them another revenue of income." She explains, watching him as he seemed to be growing more tired, his eyes already closed. She was glad to hear that he'd coughed most of the gunk from his throat out, it meant there was likely less damage to treat there. She did have to laugh more openly at his sleepy yawn, would her own son have been like this had he survived past those first few weeks. Her ears perk forward as he seemed to lean closer, and closer into falling aslweep.
So she figured it was safe to offer him a room.
He didn't even make it off of the pillows, soon descending into sleep, and she shook her head in fond amusement, before collecting some blankets, and gently levitating them over his form, so that he wouldn't get chilled through out the night. She then began the final closing procedures, encouraging the fireflies to go to sleep, their own lights dimming. Doors and windows were checked to make sure it was locked. Items put away in various storages charmed and enchanted to preserve the items for as long as possible. Only then did she turn towards the hallway that would lead to her own room. She left the door ajar, so she'd be able to hear him should he need anything.
Once a mother, always a mother, she supposed.
She was soon curling up in her own bedding, her gaze on the door, ears perked towards the guest just down the hall, in the main room, trusting that should he need her through out the night, she'd wake easily to assist, and wondering as she herself succumbed to sleep - if he'd enjoy more of those sweet pastries for breakfast. She woke briefly through out the night, long enough to emerge from her room, check on him to ensure he was resting peacefully, and so by the time light was just beginning to tinge the horizon, when she woke up she choose to begin her day.
She'd always been an early riser, anyway.
She hummed quietly after checking on Aeon and finding him still asleep for the time being, and began to set up shop, placing pastries in warmers, heating kettles for tea. She set aside a handful of those pastries Aeon had enjoyed last night, as well as some fruit; before setting the tray out next to Aeon, knowing if the colt was anything like a normal colt, the smell of food would wake him faster than if she should try. So she spent the rest of the time opening up windows and doors, and tidying up around the shop, before glancing back at the young colt, "Go ahead and get something to eat in you, there's more if you're still hungry. I want to check your wounds before we see to getting you back home after breakfast though - just to make sure the bandages are still secure," She stated in fond greeting, once seeing him not quite as dead to the world as prior.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Aeon
Notes: I figure another post or two from each where he gets some food in him, and she escorts him out of Denocte, and we can call this thread completed <3
and all the stars go dark
i'll keep a light on in my soul
keep a bluebird in my heart
art by bingo
