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On some days, to be a mother was a terrifying affair. But more often than not Lyanna found that the good outweighed the restless, and the nights with little to no sleep proved worth the effort it took to stay awake with a babe greedy for attention. This day had been a good day, a calm one spent with a girlchild who saw fit to accept the comforting crook of Lyanna's arm with relatively no negotiation needed.
As the sun fell away from the little clearing a relatively short distance from the beach, Lyanna sat outside the hut along the porch with Ygraine giggling on a blanket in her lap, a string of handmade glass wind chimes tinkling softly above the doorway much to the babe's delight.
With Jenny gone riding Lorica for the day Lyanna had only Ylaena, her erstwhile runaway direwolf, to keep her company whenever Ygraine took to her naps. During those intervals Lyanna had gone about tending to the hut and moving her latest bowl from one cooling pot to the next to speed up the finishing process. After almost a full year's worth of tinkering with the pastime she'd only managed to successfully infuse organic color into blown glass a handful of times. Still, she remained rather proud of how the almost entirely fogless, colorless leaf bowl would turn out. It was just enough to have something to do with her hands on the more stressful days.
"Shall we see if it's done, little pup?" she grinned and tickled her child's soft little belly before scooping Ygraine up in her arms. Her bare feet sank into the mix of sand and grassy ground when she stepped down from the porch.
As she wandered closer to the line of pots perched in front of the little gazebo where she kept all the tools of her glassblowing trade, Lyanna noticed an entirely new stack of tools, many of which she'd only ever read about at Dr. Ray Stantz's instruction. For Lyanna Castus, an attached tag read.
"What's this? More machinery?" she blinked, utterly startled. "Wine and revelry for the dutiful son and more labor for the daughter," she sighed, though a small smile did curve her lips when Ygraine began to finger at her hanging hair. "Things never do end up quite as they should."
[OOC: NDPD post! Lyanna's been given a small metal spinning machine + accompanying tools and materials, but she's not exactly sure what she's looking at. Help her figure it out if you can or don't - she'll be glad to see you either way. She and Guenever live not too far from the southernmost part of beach if you're in the neighborhood for some reason. Wanted: new and old alike! ST/LT always accepted.]
As the sun fell away from the little clearing a relatively short distance from the beach, Lyanna sat outside the hut along the porch with Ygraine giggling on a blanket in her lap, a string of handmade glass wind chimes tinkling softly above the doorway much to the babe's delight.
With Jenny gone riding Lorica for the day Lyanna had only Ylaena, her erstwhile runaway direwolf, to keep her company whenever Ygraine took to her naps. During those intervals Lyanna had gone about tending to the hut and moving her latest bowl from one cooling pot to the next to speed up the finishing process. After almost a full year's worth of tinkering with the pastime she'd only managed to successfully infuse organic color into blown glass a handful of times. Still, she remained rather proud of how the almost entirely fogless, colorless leaf bowl would turn out. It was just enough to have something to do with her hands on the more stressful days.
"Shall we see if it's done, little pup?" she grinned and tickled her child's soft little belly before scooping Ygraine up in her arms. Her bare feet sank into the mix of sand and grassy ground when she stepped down from the porch.
As she wandered closer to the line of pots perched in front of the little gazebo where she kept all the tools of her glassblowing trade, Lyanna noticed an entirely new stack of tools, many of which she'd only ever read about at Dr. Ray Stantz's instruction. For Lyanna Castus, an attached tag read.
"What's this? More machinery?" she blinked, utterly startled. "Wine and revelry for the dutiful son and more labor for the daughter," she sighed, though a small smile did curve her lips when Ygraine began to finger at her hanging hair. "Things never do end up quite as they should."
[OOC: NDPD post! Lyanna's been given a small metal spinning machine + accompanying tools and materials, but she's not exactly sure what she's looking at. Help her figure it out if you can or don't - she'll be glad to see you either way. She and Guenever live not too far from the southernmost part of beach if you're in the neighborhood for some reason. Wanted: new and old alike! ST/LT always accepted.]
