73 Summer, 515 AV
7th Bell, Morning
7th Bell, Morning
Garrison had been upset by Dravite’s leaving in the middle of the night so Pearl had brought him over to lay down between her and Belkaia so they could encourage him back into sleeping. Kyanite hadn’t been too far behind and soon he was stretched out between his mothers, too. Pearl woke to a gentle pat pat pat to her face. She opened her eyes to see Kyanite almost nose to nose with her, a smile on his face and his eyes wide opened. He let his hand rest on her cheek when he saw her eyes open and whispered, “Momma.” That one little word making Pearl smile. She looked over Kyanite to see that Belkaia and Garrison were still sleeping soundly; Garrison laying half on Belkaia, and Belkaia’s arm around him, holding him close.
With a finger then pressed to her own lips in a silent gesture over her smile, Pearl winked to Kyanite and began to get herself up out of bed. She brushed her hair back from her face, her nose all scrunched up at the effort of trying not to giggle as Kyanite began creeping his way out of bed. She scooped him up and kissed his cheek before settling him to her and stepped from the tent so as not to disturb Garrison and Belkaia; letting them sleep for longer if they could.
When she emerged from the tent dressed only in her undergarments, the scent of death was upon the air as well as cooking meat. Kyanite made a face and then began to squirm so that Pearl would put him down. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he was running towards his father and latching himself upon the man’s back with his arms around Dravite’s neck and his hands holding to his father’s face. “Morning!” the little one near shouted in Dravite’s ear as he noticed his Uncle Raven and Cole.
Pearl smiled and walked closer to Dravite and Raven, and now the latched on Kyanite, pressing a kiss to either of the man’s cheeks in greeting. “Good morning,” she spoke to them both, a smile offered then to Cole as he was heading back to his own camp, a piece of paper clutched in his hand. “Tell your father hello for me, please Cole? And if he’s still having trouble with that cough please let me know and I’ll get over to see him a bit later today.”
Cole nodded and lifted his hand to Pearl in acknowledgment before he stepped into his family’s tent.
“What is that smell?” she asked her husband while she plucked a piece of the meat out of the pan and into her mouth.
“I hope it’s not me you’re talking about,” spoke Trail from the edge of the camp, a light teasing in his voice, “Because I took a bath just before coming over here. Couldn’t be smelling like a dead bear on my little girl’s birth day, now could I?” The man held his arms open, waiting.
With a bit of an excited squeal, Pearl was up and in her father’s arms, a kiss pressed to his cheek. “Of course not,” she said before kissing his cheek again. “Please come over and try some of whatever this is that Dravite is cooking.” She began to lead her father over to the campfire, holding to his hand, obviously very pleased with his appearance so early on this day.
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