[Open: Caranthir] Breathing break
Well, it happened. And now, there is no sleeping to be had at the treehouse. Of course, for an Elda, sleep is not quite necessary - it is replaced by meditation, eyes open, and rest. Neither of those things are easy to achieve either, though, with a newborn dictating the schedule.
And so with the birth finally happened, and the babe safely in its mother's care, Caranthir feels at last like he can wander off for longer periods.
He might even feel the need for it - to leave the ... couple? with some privacy.
Hence the presence of a Feanorian in the common room, by the fire, whittling a little toy for a newborn. His features are a little bit softer than usual, and the scar is facing the wall. He probably looks... approachable, for a change.
[OOC: So, the long-awaited open post, here it is. Anyone is welcome, though he won't really discuss Michelle's laying-in, out of respect for her privacy.]
And so with the birth finally happened, and the babe safely in its mother's care, Caranthir feels at last like he can wander off for longer periods.
He might even feel the need for it - to leave the ... couple? with some privacy.
Hence the presence of a Feanorian in the common room, by the fire, whittling a little toy for a newborn. His features are a little bit softer than usual, and the scar is facing the wall. He probably looks... approachable, for a change.
[OOC: So, the long-awaited open post, here it is. Anyone is welcome, though he won't really discuss Michelle's laying-in, out of respect for her privacy.]