"Mikh'a, you get back here!"
Not heeding the words of his mother, the Keeper kit continued to crawl along the merchant stall with his fluffy little tail flicking with excitement behind him. At barely two cycles old, he was learning what 'trouble' was like to get into...and how much fun it was! He let out a happy squeal of excitement as the fishmonger watched the boy in amusement.
Lili finished putting some of the parcels in her little bag along with the other items they were getting at market before having a free pair of hands which to pluck up the pesky child. He let out a small whine of protest, but as soon as Lili had him tucked against her chest again he became distracted by his adopted mother's hair. Abruptly, the giggles were gone and he had gone silent as he began to work at the golden strands to arrange them comfortably around his chubby fists.
They made a strange sight together. Lili with her short stature, ample assets, tanned skin and light hair and eyes. Mikh'a? He had a faint grey cast to his skin to show his Keeper ancestry, but his hair and eyes were bright and startling colors: his hair and furry appendages a bright orange and his eyes a flaming orangish red.
But they were a regular sight for the fishmonger, though sometimes the Lalafell boy was with them. And when Lili wasn't looking, he would be slipped a piece of hard taffy. It took a big heart in his eyes to start raising other kids that weren't her own. To think there were rumors of there being MORE around!
With business concluded, Lili stepped away from the stall with a cheerful parting smile and made her way further down the Ul'dah marketplace street. Mikh'a was still too distracted with his mother's hair to notice anyone else or really care.
Though after a few moments of walking in silence, his poofy ears stuck up and wiggled, the tips brushing along his mother's jaw. "Hmm?" She peeked down to him as he was looking around with frantic inquiry. "What is it, my heart?"
"Oinky, oinky," he said quietly.
Not heeding the words of his mother, the Keeper kit continued to crawl along the merchant stall with his fluffy little tail flicking with excitement behind him. At barely two cycles old, he was learning what 'trouble' was like to get into...and how much fun it was! He let out a happy squeal of excitement as the fishmonger watched the boy in amusement.
Lili finished putting some of the parcels in her little bag along with the other items they were getting at market before having a free pair of hands which to pluck up the pesky child. He let out a small whine of protest, but as soon as Lili had him tucked against her chest again he became distracted by his adopted mother's hair. Abruptly, the giggles were gone and he had gone silent as he began to work at the golden strands to arrange them comfortably around his chubby fists.
They made a strange sight together. Lili with her short stature, ample assets, tanned skin and light hair and eyes. Mikh'a? He had a faint grey cast to his skin to show his Keeper ancestry, but his hair and eyes were bright and startling colors: his hair and furry appendages a bright orange and his eyes a flaming orangish red.
But they were a regular sight for the fishmonger, though sometimes the Lalafell boy was with them. And when Lili wasn't looking, he would be slipped a piece of hard taffy. It took a big heart in his eyes to start raising other kids that weren't her own. To think there were rumors of there being MORE around!
With business concluded, Lili stepped away from the stall with a cheerful parting smile and made her way further down the Ul'dah marketplace street. Mikh'a was still too distracted with his mother's hair to notice anyone else or really care.
Though after a few moments of walking in silence, his poofy ears stuck up and wiggled, the tips brushing along his mother's jaw. "Hmm?" She peeked down to him as he was looking around with frantic inquiry. "What is it, my heart?"
"Oinky, oinky," he said quietly.
