Showing posts with label Searle Wythleit. Show all posts
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April 8, 2016

In Which Rennie Keeps the Secret Between Sisters

July 24, 1199

"I mean... I guess it doesn't change anything, really," Rennie's sister--or, technically, half-sister, though it would be difficult to keep on thinking that and she thought she'd prefer not to anyway--muttered as she twiddled her thumbs in absent-minded gloom. "It just sort of... came out of nowhere. I don't think Mother ever intended to tell me."

In the corner of her eye, Rennie stole a glimpse of her two-year-old son playing on the floor, old enough to follow bits of the conversation but young enough not to bother. The lie tied a sharp knot in her gut, but she supposed she understood why her mother would have wanted to keep this to herself. Alina, maybe, would too, if and when she became a mother. "Maybe she thought it would be for the best if you didn't know."

"Maybe." Alina fidgeted, as if she too thought it would have been. As if she wished, somehow, that the truth could be untold. "But you know how Mother is. After Prior talked to her, she probably felt compelled to tell me."

Rennie frowned. That was possibly true, but not for the reasons Alina might have thought. "That had to have been a tough conversation for her. Maybe she needed to tell you, just... for closure's sake. I don't know if there's such thing as mid-catharsis."

"There must be, since she left me stranded there. Turns out, I barely even knew my real father. And now that I know who he is, he's dead."

"He was always kind to you, though," Rennie offered in half-assed reassurance. Now that she thought about it, she did recall Sparron paying Alina a more paternal sort of attention than he had her and Arkon and Severin.

"I suppose. But what about Father? I mean, he always had his issues, but he never treated me any differently. Will things change if he knows that I know?"

"I don't know." A sad state of affairs it was, knowing how often that was her response to any question about her own father. What could be said about a man who had so much love in his heart, yet so little ability to make good on it? What did say about her if she almost envied Alina her newfound paternity? Sparron had loved Prior like the earth loved the sun. "Did Mother say she was going to tell him?"

"She said she wouldn't, but that I could if I wanted to. Same for you and Arkon and Severin." Alina sighed. "But I don't know if I want to talk about this with any of them. Can we keep this between us for now? Just us sisters?"

Rennie nodded. It wasn't her secret to tell, wasn't it? Arkon and Severin didn't need to know. And until Alina had a sense of how he'd react, their father definitely didn't need to know.

Hell--Rennie herself hadn't needed to know. But she did now, and maybe that put a few extra burdens on her shoulders. And maybe she was fine with that.

Her sister didn't need to go through this alone.

"Let me know if you ever want me to talk to Mother on your behalf, though. I know some things might be easier said through a third party."

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December 30, 2015

In Which Rennie Assesses the Brightness of Boys

April 6, 1197

"My God! I think he's already gained a pound since I was last here," Rennie's mother mused as she cooed over the baby. It didn't seem quite natural--while she'd done well with her own brood, Rennie's mother had always been more attuned to older children and teenagers than to babies--but she got points for trying, and of course she would try.

Searle was her first grandchild, after all.

"Well, no matter how much he gains, I'm relieved to at least be carrying him externally now. Sev had better not be hoping for a second one any time soon." Rennie still hadn't quite figured out what to do with this one yet! He seemed to just... suckle at her nipples, produce waste, sleep, and cry. At least he didn't cry much. But, he did seem to stare a lot, as if every stupid thing in the world was both fascinating and terrifying. At least he was cute. And warm.

"I hope you've stocked up on herbs, then. Sometimes they happen whether you hope for them or not." Her mother cast a fond-yet-telling glance down at Rennie's little brother, occupied on the rug with Leon and his toy castle.

"Leon, have you been helping Rennie with your new little nephew?"

"Uh-huh," Sev's two-year-old brother muttered, despite having only helped by staying out of her way--possibly only because he thought Searle smelled funny.

"He seems to prefer Sparron to the baby. Sparron's at least old enough to play."

Assuming, that was, that 'playing' constituted banging the figures against the walls and leaving bite marks on their legs. Searle may not have had the assets of mobility yet, but at least he was a low risk for property damage.

"Small boys aren't too bright, are they?"

"No, boys never really are--but they're easy, at least. Girls are tricky."

"Then at least I get to work my way up to a girl, I suppose." Rennie lifted Searle to her shoulder and kissed the side of his head. "Kiddo, if you want to make things easy for Mama, I have no objections."

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