The Clocktower, Blüdhaven
Late afternoon. Mary's gotten a bath - it seems to be one of the few things that keeps her quiet.
It's her third bath of the day.
Her father pats the squirming two-month-old dry on the changing table in the bathroom, leaning over to plant a raspberry on her exposed tummy. He grins at Mary's reaction, her legs kicking out and happy gurgling answering him as he touches his nose to hers. Anyone watching will know this kid's got him wrapped around all of her fingers and then some as he talks to her; telling her about their upcoming trip to the circus in a couple of months, and how mommy's going to be able to follow her around hopefully right around when she starts to walk.
Fingers come up to grasp at his nose and face, and he chuckles, reaching up to let her grab his hand instead.
"I kind of need my eyeballs, kiddo. Try these instead."
It's her third bath of the day.
Her father pats the squirming two-month-old dry on the changing table in the bathroom, leaning over to plant a raspberry on her exposed tummy. He grins at Mary's reaction, her legs kicking out and happy gurgling answering him as he touches his nose to hers. Anyone watching will know this kid's got him wrapped around all of her fingers and then some as he talks to her; telling her about their upcoming trip to the circus in a couple of months, and how mommy's going to be able to follow her around hopefully right around when she starts to walk.
Fingers come up to grasp at his nose and face, and he chuckles, reaching up to let her grab his hand instead.
"I kind of need my eyeballs, kiddo. Try these instead."