Amber Eyes
11-20-10, 09:18 AM
Kyla awoke to a still dark room. She wiped the sleepy from her eyes before she realized it was much too early for her to be up. A few grumbling voices could be heard from the stairwell, a sure sign that Taka was beginning his training early this morning.
The young mystic lifted herself from her bed and tiptoed across the room to look in the bassinet. Akiv was not there and for a mere moment the young mother panicked. Relief struck her when she remembered that Gran Gran had offered to babysit to give the girl some much needed rest.
Kyla dressed slowly, still debating crawling back into bed. She finally decided to go ahead and begin the day and left her room for the kitchens. As always Sei was up bright and early cooking for his men. These were Kyla's favorite times to speak to the mute. As always when she was having trouble sleeping or her son woke up and would not settle back down, Kyla sat herself on a barstool near the kitchen door and smiled at her uncle.
The mute looked up as she moved the stool across the ground. ”Good morning Kylana, did you not sleep well?”
“Not so much really. Sophia’s mane is always filling my mind with so many things.”
”No one could blame you if you separated yourself from that glove for a bit.”
“I could. Besides, I think what it shows me is important. Someone is coming to see me. We should probably make up a spare room.”
”Do you know this person?”
“Nope. He’s a mystic though, so it’s probably about the decimation. I think he’ll be here about noon.”
”Well then, we’ll make sure to make plenty of lunch.”
The young mystic lifted herself from her bed and tiptoed across the room to look in the bassinet. Akiv was not there and for a mere moment the young mother panicked. Relief struck her when she remembered that Gran Gran had offered to babysit to give the girl some much needed rest.
Kyla dressed slowly, still debating crawling back into bed. She finally decided to go ahead and begin the day and left her room for the kitchens. As always Sei was up bright and early cooking for his men. These were Kyla's favorite times to speak to the mute. As always when she was having trouble sleeping or her son woke up and would not settle back down, Kyla sat herself on a barstool near the kitchen door and smiled at her uncle.
The mute looked up as she moved the stool across the ground. ”Good morning Kylana, did you not sleep well?”
“Not so much really. Sophia’s mane is always filling my mind with so many things.”
”No one could blame you if you separated yourself from that glove for a bit.”
“I could. Besides, I think what it shows me is important. Someone is coming to see me. We should probably make up a spare room.”
”Do you know this person?”
“Nope. He’s a mystic though, so it’s probably about the decimation. I think he’ll be here about noon.”
”Well then, we’ll make sure to make plenty of lunch.”