Morning After (Further Narrative)
Eamon had never expected the Keep to suddenly be happy again when people came to visit, especially Tom. In fact, in Tom's case he'd braced himself for a bit of pessimism. Still, the silence was a stark change from the brief yelling match, and it was a bit less settling than usual.
It was mid-morning. Tom was either sleeping or just hadn't come downstairs yet. In most cases Eamon would be worried, but he figured that in between time-zone differences and the stress of illness, Tom needed what rest he could get. Still, the coffee was cold by now.
The leprechauns were still antsy after all the yelling last night. Eamon thanked the lord that they hadn't learned too many foul words in the process. Donal was busy instructing the littler ones to sing a little ditty now, in the hopes of distracting them. He always was the leader of his little group, and very paternal. The little leprechauns, though, weren't very interested.
The fog hadn't yet abated, partially due to a lack of wind. Eamon stared out the windows for a while. A house can still seem empty even if there are people living in it.
It was mid-morning. Tom was either sleeping or just hadn't come downstairs yet. In most cases Eamon would be worried, but he figured that in between time-zone differences and the stress of illness, Tom needed what rest he could get. Still, the coffee was cold by now.
The leprechauns were still antsy after all the yelling last night. Eamon thanked the lord that they hadn't learned too many foul words in the process. Donal was busy instructing the littler ones to sing a little ditty now, in the hopes of distracting them. He always was the leader of his little group, and very paternal. The little leprechauns, though, weren't very interested.
The fog hadn't yet abated, partially due to a lack of wind. Eamon stared out the windows for a while. A house can still seem empty even if there are people living in it.