Summer the 50th, 514AV
"Only a day."
"Such a sweet child."
"We'll repay you in kind."
And really, the needn't have bothered trying to sell their child so hard. Molly was already enamoured with the idea of children. The idea of someone so small to rely solely on her, to teach alongside Leo and to hold both their features. But, it was not meant to be. They could hardly hold their own let alone feed another mouth. The cities turmoil brewing, no, it was not the time.
That didn't mean Molly couldn't enjoy a pretend time, she thought. It would give her practice, and something to do on off days. The beekeeper could hardly contain herself, regularly she adjusted her shirt. What would she even do with the child?
Then, there was no more time to think about it, Molly knocked and waited. She was greeted with smiles and warmth, told what time they would return. It seemed such a short time before Molly found herself alone in the house without even having met the Lyedans daughter.
“Hello?” Molly finally made her way from the door of the cottage. “Aira?”
As she walked, Molly took note of the windows, small toys and entire lack of a child. A wiggle wormed its way into her stomach, “Aira?”
“My name is Molly. I’m here to…play with you,” Molly peeked under a table then looked over at the smaller bunk, “If you want, of course.”
It felt strange to walk around someone’s house to freely but stranger still was the otter under the bed. Molly stared at it for several seconds in bewilderment. With a sigh she stood, her knees popped and the beekeeper thought if the child was even home or had already escaped.
She paced across to their table, sat herself down and wondered where a child could possibly be hiding. The cottage was not much bigger than Molly and Leos’ there wasn’t many more paces the child could be.
"Such a sweet child."
"We'll repay you in kind."
And really, the needn't have bothered trying to sell their child so hard. Molly was already enamoured with the idea of children. The idea of someone so small to rely solely on her, to teach alongside Leo and to hold both their features. But, it was not meant to be. They could hardly hold their own let alone feed another mouth. The cities turmoil brewing, no, it was not the time.
That didn't mean Molly couldn't enjoy a pretend time, she thought. It would give her practice, and something to do on off days. The beekeeper could hardly contain herself, regularly she adjusted her shirt. What would she even do with the child?
Then, there was no more time to think about it, Molly knocked and waited. She was greeted with smiles and warmth, told what time they would return. It seemed such a short time before Molly found herself alone in the house without even having met the Lyedans daughter.
“Hello?” Molly finally made her way from the door of the cottage. “Aira?”
As she walked, Molly took note of the windows, small toys and entire lack of a child. A wiggle wormed its way into her stomach, “Aira?”
“My name is Molly. I’m here to…play with you,” Molly peeked under a table then looked over at the smaller bunk, “If you want, of course.”
It felt strange to walk around someone’s house to freely but stranger still was the otter under the bed. Molly stared at it for several seconds in bewilderment. With a sigh she stood, her knees popped and the beekeeper thought if the child was even home or had already escaped.
She paced across to their table, sat herself down and wondered where a child could possibly be hiding. The cottage was not much bigger than Molly and Leos’ there wasn’t many more paces the child could be.
