?Mum,? Cian looked up from his book, her name becoming the prompt for a barrage of questions.
Sylvia had just gotten Beata down for a late afternoon nap, and she had turned to her work at the desk. The window behind her made merry music with the rain tapping against its glass and wood frame. If it were not for the weather, Cian and Aidan would have been outside. As it was, they had chosen to read in her study.
There had not yet been much reading.
?Yes, Cian??
Aidan looked to Cian as well, his mouth already open to throw in his opinion on whatever his brother might have to say.
?Are we going back to Yransea??
?Little less than a fortnight, yes,? she smiled and turned her attention to the report on crops of the northern regions of the barony that had been fighting late rains. ?Unless you wish to return earlier.?
Just as she expected, Cian refused. ?Oh, no. I like it here, only, I don?t have anyone to play with.?
Aidan piped up, ?I don?t wanna go. I want friends to play. It?s rainy, you know that, mommy? It?s been raining all morning. It?s too wet to play outside.?
Sylvia nodded and agreed, mainly because half of it was what she had told him when he woke from his nap earlier. ?Very true, it is too wet to play outside. Now,? she turned to Cian, ?as for not having anyone to play with, I think that is markedly untrue, don?t you??
Slamming his book shut, he draped like a carelessly cast shawl over the arm of the wingback chair. ?Markedly? Does that mean a lot untrue? Because it isn?t a lot untrue. It is true. I?m so bored.?
Sylvia smirked and began to write her reply as she replied to her son. It was something of a talent she was proud to have cultivated being able to write one thing and say another. ?I am not your entertainment official, Cian. You have a little brother, books to read, toys with which to play, and many other things. If that is not enough for you, then it is a sad life you lead indeed.?
?It is,? he mourned.
?Me, too,? Aidan aped the moan, drooping over his book as if every bit of life drifted out of him.
A tickle of delight at their woeful expressions, she did her best not to laugh. The entire scene was comical and, she hoped, typical. It was impossible for her to know for certain. Her own childhood having been contorted out of any normalcy, she could only imagine Kieran had been like his eldest son at that age, disappointed in the weather and rumpling his clothing in rolling on the furniture to gain the most pathetic look he could manage.
?Well,? she sighed and two pairs of eyes tracked to her, forest hazel in their coloring, ?if I manage to get my work done, it might do for a ride into town and see the notes delivered for the next ship back to Yransea, and I need to stop by and see Professor Gardiner-?
?Master Jolly?? Cian perked up.
?-yes, I need to see how his vineyards are doing with this rain. So, between the trip to town and down to Rumors Mill, I hope you two will recover from your death knell of boredom.?
Hopping up from their languid poses, the boys cheered until she shushed them and pointed to the ceiling where Beata was, hopefully, still sleeping. Their cheers became soft, near voiceless things but they grinned big at each other and made something of a strange victory dance that comprised of throwing their arms in the air and turning in circles about one another.
Violet eyes rolled as she looked back to her papers, and Cian came up, the sweet soft smell of him drifting to her and his hands curling on the edge of her desk as he leaned over, ?Are you done yet??
Sylvia had just gotten Beata down for a late afternoon nap, and she had turned to her work at the desk. The window behind her made merry music with the rain tapping against its glass and wood frame. If it were not for the weather, Cian and Aidan would have been outside. As it was, they had chosen to read in her study.
There had not yet been much reading.
?Yes, Cian??
Aidan looked to Cian as well, his mouth already open to throw in his opinion on whatever his brother might have to say.
?Are we going back to Yransea??
?Little less than a fortnight, yes,? she smiled and turned her attention to the report on crops of the northern regions of the barony that had been fighting late rains. ?Unless you wish to return earlier.?
Just as she expected, Cian refused. ?Oh, no. I like it here, only, I don?t have anyone to play with.?
Aidan piped up, ?I don?t wanna go. I want friends to play. It?s rainy, you know that, mommy? It?s been raining all morning. It?s too wet to play outside.?
Sylvia nodded and agreed, mainly because half of it was what she had told him when he woke from his nap earlier. ?Very true, it is too wet to play outside. Now,? she turned to Cian, ?as for not having anyone to play with, I think that is markedly untrue, don?t you??
Slamming his book shut, he draped like a carelessly cast shawl over the arm of the wingback chair. ?Markedly? Does that mean a lot untrue? Because it isn?t a lot untrue. It is true. I?m so bored.?
Sylvia smirked and began to write her reply as she replied to her son. It was something of a talent she was proud to have cultivated being able to write one thing and say another. ?I am not your entertainment official, Cian. You have a little brother, books to read, toys with which to play, and many other things. If that is not enough for you, then it is a sad life you lead indeed.?
?It is,? he mourned.
?Me, too,? Aidan aped the moan, drooping over his book as if every bit of life drifted out of him.
A tickle of delight at their woeful expressions, she did her best not to laugh. The entire scene was comical and, she hoped, typical. It was impossible for her to know for certain. Her own childhood having been contorted out of any normalcy, she could only imagine Kieran had been like his eldest son at that age, disappointed in the weather and rumpling his clothing in rolling on the furniture to gain the most pathetic look he could manage.
?Well,? she sighed and two pairs of eyes tracked to her, forest hazel in their coloring, ?if I manage to get my work done, it might do for a ride into town and see the notes delivered for the next ship back to Yransea, and I need to stop by and see Professor Gardiner-?
?Master Jolly?? Cian perked up.
?-yes, I need to see how his vineyards are doing with this rain. So, between the trip to town and down to Rumors Mill, I hope you two will recover from your death knell of boredom.?
Hopping up from their languid poses, the boys cheered until she shushed them and pointed to the ceiling where Beata was, hopefully, still sleeping. Their cheers became soft, near voiceless things but they grinned big at each other and made something of a strange victory dance that comprised of throwing their arms in the air and turning in circles about one another.
Violet eyes rolled as she looked back to her papers, and Cian came up, the sweet soft smell of him drifting to her and his hands curling on the edge of her desk as he leaned over, ?Are you done yet??