[color=#008e02]“I remember him babysitting you a few times..”[/color] she’d tease back. Her eyes would catch his just as she turned towards the food, frown gone, replaced by mischief.
She was searching through the spread, deciding, when Meg felt the mildest of shifts against her side. A hand snatched out, wrapping gently around a thin wrist to hold the waif next to her.[color=#008e02] “What you got there, little one, eh?”[/color] smile kind, warming and widening as she crouched to the four year olds level. On the way down to him, her plate was left to the side for gathering his pilfering one in hers.
[color=#c14700]“A shiny.”[/color] He’d shyly reply, surprised that his failure wasn’t met with a sneer. Meg chuckled, reaching up to ruffle his hair. [color=#008e02]“That it is, but I caught you, so… afraid its back to the bells?”[/color] A flash of irritation swept through the child’s face, not keen on the pickpocket training… or because he had been caught this time, but Meg was confident. It only caused her to laugh some more.
[color=#008e02]“Go on, eat your dinner and maybe next time,”[/color] she took back the object, [color=#008e02]“this might be yours.”[/color] Predictably he tried to snatch it, but Meg kept it out of reach, offering an orange instead. [color=#c14700]“I’mma get it next time, missus.”[/color] He’d declare, eventually taking the fruit and shuffling back to the rest of the group.
Meg pocketed back the reclaimed bauble and returned to her food, picking up a few pieces and a mug before returning. The dwarves would pass her, but her pace only paused to offer them a nod and grin. Though when her eyes fell back on Nairn a wave of nostalgia coursed through her. Glancing at the mug in hand she realised it hadn’t even crossed her mind, it had been automatic, much like what followed.
She’d sit next to him, pick up his ale and pour a little of it in her mug, topping it off with some water from the jug on the table.[color=#008e02] “This feels so weird… and so normal. If Bertie walks in, being raised from the dead too, I might faint.” [/color]
She was searching through the spread, deciding, when Meg felt the mildest of shifts against her side. A hand snatched out, wrapping gently around a thin wrist to hold the waif next to her.[color=#008e02] “What you got there, little one, eh?”[/color] smile kind, warming and widening as she crouched to the four year olds level. On the way down to him, her plate was left to the side for gathering his pilfering one in hers.
[color=#c14700]“A shiny.”[/color] He’d shyly reply, surprised that his failure wasn’t met with a sneer. Meg chuckled, reaching up to ruffle his hair. [color=#008e02]“That it is, but I caught you, so… afraid its back to the bells?”[/color] A flash of irritation swept through the child’s face, not keen on the pickpocket training… or because he had been caught this time, but Meg was confident. It only caused her to laugh some more.
[color=#008e02]“Go on, eat your dinner and maybe next time,”[/color] she took back the object, [color=#008e02]“this might be yours.”[/color] Predictably he tried to snatch it, but Meg kept it out of reach, offering an orange instead. [color=#c14700]“I’mma get it next time, missus.”[/color] He’d declare, eventually taking the fruit and shuffling back to the rest of the group.
Meg pocketed back the reclaimed bauble and returned to her food, picking up a few pieces and a mug before returning. The dwarves would pass her, but her pace only paused to offer them a nod and grin. Though when her eyes fell back on Nairn a wave of nostalgia coursed through her. Glancing at the mug in hand she realised it hadn’t even crossed her mind, it had been automatic, much like what followed.
She’d sit next to him, pick up his ale and pour a little of it in her mug, topping it off with some water from the jug on the table.[color=#008e02] “This feels so weird… and so normal. If Bertie walks in, being raised from the dead too, I might faint.” [/color]
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