Fall Day 2 Year 511 AV "Ca-Nal-I!!" Nasib yelled, bouncing on Canali's stomach as she awoke unpleasantly. Nasib was balanced on either side of the bedroll, chubby little hands pressed to Canali's upper chest, near her collar bone as he jumped up and down. Thank goodness, he didn't weigh more than what must have been thirty pounds. Oomphing, grey eyes opened to see what was causing the shortness of breath and twist of pain in her stomach. Seeing she was awake, Nasib grinned a toothy smile and stopped bouncing. Choosing instead to slap the palms of his hands against her upper chest. Wincing and trying to hold onto her patience, Canali grasped both of his wrists with her fingers. "Play!" Glancing around, the time must not have been later than seven bells. Oi. Why did he have to be a morning riser instead of one of those children who woke up late? Her tent was a complete mess. Obviously Nasib had already tried to find something to amuse him. Even Katahr was giving him wary looks. Perhaps he had tried to "play" with the cat, also. Trying to find her voice and failing, Canali cleared her throat before speaking slowly, carefully, softly. "Off," slipped from her lips before she physically removed Nasib from her stomach and sat up in her bedroll. Messily, Canali's hair flounced around her face, making the toddler giggle and clap his hands together. Bright green eyes glowed at her, braided with deep yellow slashes. Joy. He found her pain and discomfort hilarious. Sadistic little child. Trying to push away her regular morning behavior, Canali glanced around in haste. What was there she could use to distract him with? Aha! The set of juggling balls she had bought awhile ago. Pointing to them, Canali murmured, "Balls." Distracted, Nasib left Canali alone for the next ten minutes as she tried to fall back asleep. Just five more chimes, that's all. Then she would get up. Really. Unfortunately, Nasib had different plans as he catapulted one of the balls towards her, giggling when it bopped her on the side of her bedhead. "Urg!" growled deep within Canali's throat as she popped one eye open to watch Nasib pick up another ball to repeat the process. "No. Bad!" Immediately Nasib's eyes began to water and changed to deep, ocean blue. Water gathered around his long lashes on the bottom and, shakily, his bottom lip began to tremble. Automatically feeling bad, Canali tried to rationalize what to do. Hug him and curl him back into her arms or leave him be for the next few moments to teach him she wouldn't always make him happy when he cried? Deciding to leave him be as the other option would only teach him to come crying to her, Canali rolled out of her makeshift bed, groaning when her back popped. Searching through the mess Nasib had created of her clothes, she decided on a pale blue shirt with her black cotton pants. Running her hands through her long hair, Canali tied it back with a string. Katahr flounced past her out of the tent, already knowing she would be eating next and hoping for a scrap. There was stew left over from the night before, strung up to hang from a tree and kept in with a lid. Bringing it down, Canali reheated from a fire someone else in camp had resurrected. Idly, interested in what she was doing, Nasib toddled out of her tent, murmuring one word which had Canali wincing. "Food!" |