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Chaos at the Hearth [3/?]
Date: 2013-12-13 03:51 am (UTC)The rest of the afternoon went by… no less chaotically.
Following their timeout session, Blaise and Lucia grabbed several tokens of my affection that I had lovingly set next to their beds and flung them at each other. Gems, rare books, and custom pieces of armor I’d paid good money for became makeshift ballistics. It took both Ghorbash and myself to put a stop to the rapid rate of fire, and only when I threatened to relocate the family to the cramped quarters of Breezehome did the children stalk off in different directions. A headache crawled its way through my temples as my spouse grabbed the nearest liquor bottle and plopped himself into a nearby chair.
“Who knew raising kids could be so exhausting?” he wheezed, pouring himself a drink. “I once went three training days without resting during my time in the Legion. Ten minutes with these two rugrats, and I’m ready to take a nap.”
“Maybe parents develop some kind of special stamina when they start with babies,” I mused. “We must have missed that crucial metamorphosis by going the adoption route.”
Ghorbash leered at me. “So should we try for a baby once all this dragon business is finished? Start the whole childrearing thing from the beginning?”
The suggestion brought warmth to my face, and I sent him my best sultry smile as I prepared to deliver a coy response.
Unfortunately, my flirtatious moment was ruined by a new commotion resounding from the main hall. Exhaling in vexation, I crossed babies off the to-make list for the time being and spun around to stomp out. A skeever greeted me from my dining table, and despite Llewellyn’s best efforts to smash it with his lute, it scurried around evading the attacks until it made the decision to leap straight at me.
The stream of flames that surged from my hand barbecued it in midair, and its charred corpse hit the wall next to me as a shrill howl suddenly filled the entire manor.
“Why would you do that?” Blaise shrieked from the other side of the table. “I was going to ask if I could keep it as a pet. I’m never speaking to you again!”
And off he went in an overdramatic display of anguish that raised questions about his masculinity.
Kharjo sauntered over to stand next to me, feline features set in an observant expression. “This has been… very enlightening.”
“Indeed,” I answered with deep dismay. “I was naïve to think that perhaps this would be one time my family didn’t completely embarrass me.”
“Hey! Back up from my wife before I turn you into a fur rug, Cargo!” Ghorbash barked from the bedroom.
My fingers came up to pinch the bridge of my nose in a pose of weariness as I addressed my follower. “If you can find a section of the manor that isn’t teeming with hostility or insanity, please feel free to make yourself at home,” I told him. “And we will spend only one night here, I promise. Any longer, and I’ll be far too tired to bother facing the World-Eater.”