Not Happy

[princesstena]

In the shadow of one of the Mansion's ruined walls sits a child. She's no more than two, a tiny dignified person like a bronze statuette, all golden-brown skin and brown-gold hair. Only her eyes are a startling grey; they give her an eerie, wise look

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[thesunbird]

Telemakos descends upon her in short order--he can't not recognise that scream.

"Tena!"

[princesstena]

She holds up her arms, sobbing.

[thesunbird]

He kneels down and scoops her up very awkwardly in one arm. He still isn't used to using it.

[princesstena]

Fortunately, she's old enough now to put her arms around his neck and cling. Which she does.

[kif_or_kin]

It's been long enough that Pyanfar has trouble distinguishing the screaming of an healthy child in emotional distress from that of a hurt child.

This explains why she's moving at a run. It also explains the pistol (well, actually, a very long and largely illegal series of events explains the pistol, but that's a more general sort of explanation).

She tucks it away promptly when she sees that, in fact, no one has a gun to anyone else's head. Also there are no copious amounts of blood and no tense stand offs. Good. "You've got a good pair of lungs, kid," she says, through a slight stitch in her side - she's getting soft again, not good. "You'd make a fine dock master."

[princesstena]

Athena chokes, gurgles, and falls silent in sheer surprise. She looks up at Pyanfar with furrowed brows. "Lion," she says tearfully, but with some curiosity. Her lion doesn't talk.