Mikh'a was more focused on Ollie as the bit buzzed and whirred around the heads of present companty, chirping happily at the presence of so many together in the house at once. All of them familiar faces, too! Whining softly that Ollie wasn't being his buddy, it was only then that Ollie remembered that he had a much more reachable companion that was more receptive of his company. Those sunburst spires of fur atop his head perked right up before he began scanning around for Gran eagerly. Beaming once the porkling was in his sights, he toddled over quickly as Gran was eyeing the various higher surface for a chance at Olli. Mikh'a crept up behind him and in the typical fashion of a tot without developed social skills...he used both hands to give Gran an enthusiastically hard two handed whap on his hindquarters.
Meanwhile, while her youngest adopted brother was harassing yet another sentient critter, Sara listened with rapt attention to Chacha as he spoke about his work. Still standing with her usual elegant posture and faint smile on her lips so prone to speaking with murmurs and stutters. As she was before him, listening and remaining prone in place, it was hard to think of Sara as being very sickly. With her fair spools of hair and her dual irises of amethyst and lilac, she seemed like a normal woman of wan coloring and pretty features.
The lalafell knew better, as did others. Sara knew this as well so that when he asked how she was? There was no real need to skim on the details. "I-I've been alright. New t-tonics and m-mixtures are helping keep m-me vibrant. I-I went to Ishgard t-to s-see some of the healers t-there and that was r-rather intimidating. I a-always felt like m-my stuttering w-would just make the other Ishgardians m-mad." This was followed by a delicate grimace. Then a quick recovery as she tried to beam. "B-But still a nice t-trip all the same. And-"
At the sound of her eldest brother shouting from downstairs and Chacha's further inquiring, Sara looked back to him after having peeked over her shoulder with the shout. "T-That is my oldest b-brother, Khavan. W-Well, half-brother. S-Same mother and different fathers. L-Lux, who is in the k-kitchen w-with my mother and the b-baby, is his...husband? Bonded? M-Mate?"
Her nose wrinkled with some hesitance while she sought to find a good word to settle on. Finally she said to herself with some finality 'husband' while nodding. "They, ah, b-bicker sometimes. W-Well..." Her smile broadened just a touch. "I-It's mutual. They like to t-tease e-each other though L-Lux is much better a-about it."
Speaking of Lux, the elezen in question also moved from behind the partition and made his way to the two. The duskwright was taller then average with much of his height due to his long legs that were encased in a pair of loose fitting black slacks while a black silk sash was tied around the middle. His darkened flesh stood out all the more due to the white tunic he wore with the first two top buttons undone to expose the column of his throat. Along his left eye was a traditional elezen tattoo in a dark silvery ink, the irises a startling shade of violet as he wordlessly turned his attention to the Doman who barely went past his knee.
"You must be the little house guest." The voice was soft, low. Holding a far more aloof nature and tone despite his attempts at being civil. Along one arm and partially curled into his lean chest was a blonde infant, her baby-fat limbs hanging along either side of Lux's forearm while being leaned into his chest and her face turned to Chacha as she drooled in her sleep. While not seeming to mind, Lux spoke calmly to Sara. "Go ahead and take your sister."
"R-Right!" Ellie didn't stir as she was transferred, allowing Chacha a chance to get a better look at her. Lili didn't often take Ellie out in public or around the general populace, which meant the Rinannis heir was rather enigmatic to any outside of the family or minuscule circle of close friends.
She had a soft, pudgy face as was normal for infants. Looking to be nearing a single cycle or so with a head of blonde ringlets that were allowed to grow out freely. Nearly gracing her shoulders already and complimenting the little pink sun dress she was in.Â
As Sara got her baby sister adjusted, she smiled at Chacha. "D-Do y-you like children?"
Meanwhile, while her youngest adopted brother was harassing yet another sentient critter, Sara listened with rapt attention to Chacha as he spoke about his work. Still standing with her usual elegant posture and faint smile on her lips so prone to speaking with murmurs and stutters. As she was before him, listening and remaining prone in place, it was hard to think of Sara as being very sickly. With her fair spools of hair and her dual irises of amethyst and lilac, she seemed like a normal woman of wan coloring and pretty features.
The lalafell knew better, as did others. Sara knew this as well so that when he asked how she was? There was no real need to skim on the details. "I-I've been alright. New t-tonics and m-mixtures are helping keep m-me vibrant. I-I went to Ishgard t-to s-see some of the healers t-there and that was r-rather intimidating. I a-always felt like m-my stuttering w-would just make the other Ishgardians m-mad." This was followed by a delicate grimace. Then a quick recovery as she tried to beam. "B-But still a nice t-trip all the same. And-"
At the sound of her eldest brother shouting from downstairs and Chacha's further inquiring, Sara looked back to him after having peeked over her shoulder with the shout. "T-That is my oldest b-brother, Khavan. W-Well, half-brother. S-Same mother and different fathers. L-Lux, who is in the k-kitchen w-with my mother and the b-baby, is his...husband? Bonded? M-Mate?"
Her nose wrinkled with some hesitance while she sought to find a good word to settle on. Finally she said to herself with some finality 'husband' while nodding. "They, ah, b-bicker sometimes. W-Well..." Her smile broadened just a touch. "I-It's mutual. They like to t-tease e-each other though L-Lux is much better a-about it."
Speaking of Lux, the elezen in question also moved from behind the partition and made his way to the two. The duskwright was taller then average with much of his height due to his long legs that were encased in a pair of loose fitting black slacks while a black silk sash was tied around the middle. His darkened flesh stood out all the more due to the white tunic he wore with the first two top buttons undone to expose the column of his throat. Along his left eye was a traditional elezen tattoo in a dark silvery ink, the irises a startling shade of violet as he wordlessly turned his attention to the Doman who barely went past his knee.
"You must be the little house guest." The voice was soft, low. Holding a far more aloof nature and tone despite his attempts at being civil. Along one arm and partially curled into his lean chest was a blonde infant, her baby-fat limbs hanging along either side of Lux's forearm while being leaned into his chest and her face turned to Chacha as she drooled in her sleep. While not seeming to mind, Lux spoke calmly to Sara. "Go ahead and take your sister."
"R-Right!" Ellie didn't stir as she was transferred, allowing Chacha a chance to get a better look at her. Lili didn't often take Ellie out in public or around the general populace, which meant the Rinannis heir was rather enigmatic to any outside of the family or minuscule circle of close friends.
She had a soft, pudgy face as was normal for infants. Looking to be nearing a single cycle or so with a head of blonde ringlets that were allowed to grow out freely. Nearly gracing her shoulders already and complimenting the little pink sun dress she was in.Â
As Sara got her baby sister adjusted, she smiled at Chacha. "D-Do y-you like children?"
