
46th of Winter
8th Bell
513 AV
8th Bell
513 AV
"No! Don't put that in your mouth!" Hadyn lurched forward before the words escaped, fingers attaching to the object as it neared an impending slobbery doom. Liam held in his little hand the lid to a box of tea and was progressing the sharp edge toward his gummy mouth, a smile lighting his features when his mother seemingly joined him in chewing on the item. When she extracted the lid, however, the boy stared up with no small amount of bemusement. Anticipating his disapproval the brunette had ready in her other hand the baby's favorite toy puppy, offering it forward in lieu of the lid. A gaze that appeared not entirely convinced this was a fair trade melted into a happy gurgle as the puppy materialized before him, the cold sharp edged object already forgotten.
Taking a breath Hadyn relinquished the puppy to a soggy playdate with her son, turning to return the lid to its proper place. With a quick glance over her shoulder to be sure Liam was minding himself the woman resumed tidying. She was becoming restless, despite the obvious lack of sleep. Both she and the baby had been cooped up for the better part of the season on advisement from the prickly midwife to "lie in" for a season. The brunette was nearly rabid with boredom, taking to messing up the apartment just to clean it for want of something to do. She wanted to be in motion and active, trying to keep herself fit for her return to the forge. While she often took Liam on walks and made trips here and there around the city it didn't do much to quell her desire to return to Sultros Blades. She missed the smithy and her job something fierce. Though she was hard pressed to admit it she missed the company of the other smiths, most of whom stopped in to visit a few times. But seeing them for a bell never quite made up for the loneliness.
A wash of guilt settled on her then as she turned to watch her son, entirely engaged in smashing the puppy head first on the cushion he sat upon. Hadyn loved him. More than anything in her life. It was overwhelming at times to simply stare at him, his little body growing rapidly. For a solitary creature like Hadyn the introduction of this tiny human so completely helpless and dependent on her was wholly terrifying and wondrous all at once. She wasn't alone anymore.
Her days, however, seemed to lapse into the nights, Liam's uncanny schedule exhausting the new mother beyond her expectations. She knew the other women at Soothing Waters pitied her when she stopped in for the baby's checkups. She heard them murmur none-too-quietly about her poor state. Enduring such scenes only gave the weaponsmith more determination to do what she had to. Petch asking for help. Petch needing a husband or anyone else. But gods would she love a full night's rest...
She'd taken to sleeping whenever she had the opportunity. When Liam dozed off she was asleep within moments. It was astonishing, she realized, to wake up in the most uncomfortable, odd positions after a brief nap. If he fell asleep on his blanket in the main room she was gone, sprawled across the floor nearby using her arm for a pillow. Or if he happened to settle down in the pile of cushions on the table she was equally passed out seated beside him, her upper body draped across the table like a drunk. It was incredible.
Pausing a brief moment Hadyn glanced at the hearth, catching her reflection in the pan hanging from the mantle. A wince came unbidden. She looked like a wraith. Shadows clouded the skin beneath her eyes, her flesh a tinge more pallid and wan. Her hair was in dissarray and she was fairly certain there was drool in it. Taking a moment to undo the pathetic mess of a braid the weaponsmith raked her fingers through the dark tresses. She knew there was no hope to restoring any luminance to her hair (she'd need Soothing Waters for that), but at least she could try to appear in control. Rebraiding the thick locks quickly she tied the end and brushed loose strands behind her ear. One battle won. Removing the befouled apron she tossed it into the bedroom for later cleaning. Brushing a bit of dust from the shoulder of the beige dress Hadyn regarded herself once more. Not quite a vision of Syna but it would do.
Brushing her hands off the woman returned her attention to the rearranging of shelf items. It was the third time she'd attempted a new placement for the boxes and tins. It was stupid, really. She moved them so many times now she hardly remembered where anything was. Picking up the tea box and capping it with the lid Liam so nearly devoured Hadyn was saved from the menial task of (re)organization by a knock on the door. Her curiosity piqued. Before the baby the woman rarely had folks calling on her. Admittedly it took some time to get used to but it wasn't all bad. Hesitating to scoop Liam up lest he toddle away, the brunette crossed the floor, baby on her hip, and pulled the door open, a pleasant expression on her tired face.
Taking a breath Hadyn relinquished the puppy to a soggy playdate with her son, turning to return the lid to its proper place. With a quick glance over her shoulder to be sure Liam was minding himself the woman resumed tidying. She was becoming restless, despite the obvious lack of sleep. Both she and the baby had been cooped up for the better part of the season on advisement from the prickly midwife to "lie in" for a season. The brunette was nearly rabid with boredom, taking to messing up the apartment just to clean it for want of something to do. She wanted to be in motion and active, trying to keep herself fit for her return to the forge. While she often took Liam on walks and made trips here and there around the city it didn't do much to quell her desire to return to Sultros Blades. She missed the smithy and her job something fierce. Though she was hard pressed to admit it she missed the company of the other smiths, most of whom stopped in to visit a few times. But seeing them for a bell never quite made up for the loneliness.
A wash of guilt settled on her then as she turned to watch her son, entirely engaged in smashing the puppy head first on the cushion he sat upon. Hadyn loved him. More than anything in her life. It was overwhelming at times to simply stare at him, his little body growing rapidly. For a solitary creature like Hadyn the introduction of this tiny human so completely helpless and dependent on her was wholly terrifying and wondrous all at once. She wasn't alone anymore.
Her days, however, seemed to lapse into the nights, Liam's uncanny schedule exhausting the new mother beyond her expectations. She knew the other women at Soothing Waters pitied her when she stopped in for the baby's checkups. She heard them murmur none-too-quietly about her poor state. Enduring such scenes only gave the weaponsmith more determination to do what she had to. Petch asking for help. Petch needing a husband or anyone else. But gods would she love a full night's rest...
She'd taken to sleeping whenever she had the opportunity. When Liam dozed off she was asleep within moments. It was astonishing, she realized, to wake up in the most uncomfortable, odd positions after a brief nap. If he fell asleep on his blanket in the main room she was gone, sprawled across the floor nearby using her arm for a pillow. Or if he happened to settle down in the pile of cushions on the table she was equally passed out seated beside him, her upper body draped across the table like a drunk. It was incredible.
Pausing a brief moment Hadyn glanced at the hearth, catching her reflection in the pan hanging from the mantle. A wince came unbidden. She looked like a wraith. Shadows clouded the skin beneath her eyes, her flesh a tinge more pallid and wan. Her hair was in dissarray and she was fairly certain there was drool in it. Taking a moment to undo the pathetic mess of a braid the weaponsmith raked her fingers through the dark tresses. She knew there was no hope to restoring any luminance to her hair (she'd need Soothing Waters for that), but at least she could try to appear in control. Rebraiding the thick locks quickly she tied the end and brushed loose strands behind her ear. One battle won. Removing the befouled apron she tossed it into the bedroom for later cleaning. Brushing a bit of dust from the shoulder of the beige dress Hadyn regarded herself once more. Not quite a vision of Syna but it would do.
Brushing her hands off the woman returned her attention to the rearranging of shelf items. It was the third time she'd attempted a new placement for the boxes and tins. It was stupid, really. She moved them so many times now she hardly remembered where anything was. Picking up the tea box and capping it with the lid Liam so nearly devoured Hadyn was saved from the menial task of (re)organization by a knock on the door. Her curiosity piqued. Before the baby the woman rarely had folks calling on her. Admittedly it took some time to get used to but it wasn't all bad. Hesitating to scoop Liam up lest he toddle away, the brunette crossed the floor, baby on her hip, and pulled the door open, a pleasant expression on her tired face.