Spring, 448 HE
"Don't go in the water!" Alanna shouts after the three small figures racing across the sand, arms held out like wings that might, if they're lucky, catch the ocean breeze and send them soaring.
Alanna and George follow behind, lugging their bounty from Port Caynn's markets. It had been quite a task shepherding the six-year-old triplets around the city, answering questions and keeping them from wandering off, but the looks on their faces, the smiles and the wonder, had made it well worth the effort.
That's not to say they aren't exhausted. Alanna selects a spot and spreads their blanket, then promptly collapses on her back.
"I'm exhausted," she half groans, half laughs.
[OOC: Please ignore mentions of late summer sun. It's Spring. In conclusion: Spring.]
Alanna and George follow behind, lugging their bounty from Port Caynn's markets. It had been quite a task shepherding the six-year-old triplets around the city, answering questions and keeping them from wandering off, but the looks on their faces, the smiles and the wonder, had made it well worth the effort.
That's not to say they aren't exhausted. Alanna selects a spot and spreads their blanket, then promptly collapses on her back.
"I'm exhausted," she half groans, half laughs.
[OOC: Please ignore mentions of late summer sun. It's Spring. In conclusion: Spring.]