Bane took his shoes without another word, dusting them off at least a little bit with a few swipes of his large hand before setting them on a little shelf under the stairs were a variety of other shoes were already being kept. As Gran followed Mikh'a inside, the tot soon began to hobble and follow Olli around with his arms stretched upwards and a soft squeal sounding out. As if he sought to reach for the bit though Olli was a good seven or eight fulms in the air. His bare miqo'te footsies moved over the tiles of the kitchen and dining room with quiet stompstompstomps.
The first face to greet Chahanji was Sara's who ducked from around the kitchen's partition as she dusted off her hands on the skirt of her dress. She wore a simple white cotton dress, light and casual with thin sleeves and the hem trailing down to her ankles. At the sight of the familiar smith, the blonde's lips formed one of her nervous smiles followed by a slight wave. "H-Hello," she murmured with her ever present stutter. "H-How have you b-been?"Â
Lili left the two to chat for a moment, moving around the partition where the Duskwright was with her infant. "Need any help, dear?" Luxore merely shook his head while Ellie was cradled in one arm. The Rinannis tot was laying on her belly across Lux's arm, cheek smooshed against his forearm with a plentiful amount of drool and spittle staining the sleeve of his tunic while both pairs of limbs hung limply off the sides of his arm. She was fast asleep.Â
"Are you sure?" She lowered her voice to a dramatic stage whisper as Luxore continued to stir something simmering in a pot. The tone of his voice sounded bored and unphased while the words had their own layer of mirth that spoke for itself. "Lilithium, I live with your son and deal with him on a regular basis. I assure you, the infant is easier to handle then he is."
A voice called from downstairs, "I HEARD THAT!"
The first face to greet Chahanji was Sara's who ducked from around the kitchen's partition as she dusted off her hands on the skirt of her dress. She wore a simple white cotton dress, light and casual with thin sleeves and the hem trailing down to her ankles. At the sight of the familiar smith, the blonde's lips formed one of her nervous smiles followed by a slight wave. "H-Hello," she murmured with her ever present stutter. "H-How have you b-been?"Â
Lili left the two to chat for a moment, moving around the partition where the Duskwright was with her infant. "Need any help, dear?" Luxore merely shook his head while Ellie was cradled in one arm. The Rinannis tot was laying on her belly across Lux's arm, cheek smooshed against his forearm with a plentiful amount of drool and spittle staining the sleeve of his tunic while both pairs of limbs hung limply off the sides of his arm. She was fast asleep.Â
"Are you sure?" She lowered her voice to a dramatic stage whisper as Luxore continued to stir something simmering in a pot. The tone of his voice sounded bored and unphased while the words had their own layer of mirth that spoke for itself. "Lilithium, I live with your son and deal with him on a regular basis. I assure you, the infant is easier to handle then he is."
A voice called from downstairs, "I HEARD THAT!"
