Through The Eyes Of A Child

[Vaeron]

Vaeron looked down at his daughter who huffed a little and looked from man to man. The mage shrugged and pointed to the door.

"Go outside and see to the animals," he said with a grunt. "Practise with your new sword but don't bleed, or cut off your hand or anything."

Celandine pattered from side to side, looking a little confused, as Vaeron glanced back to the alchemist. There was a moment of contention before she stuck out her tongue, reached forwards and grabbed the sweets. Sweeping them into her hands she deposited the whole thing into a pouch at her belt. This was all before turning around, scimitar in hand and running to the door.

As Nevin likely looked on in horror, Vaeron's own eyes quirked in interest. He saw her carefully balance the sword in a light, meaningful manner at her shoulder, then reach up and unlatch the door. Just before she did she turned around and fixed Nevin with a stare:

"You'll meet my mother soon!" she declared in a certain voice and then was off, bell tinkling behind her.

As the words fell to nothing, Vaeron turned back to the slightly stunned alchemist, without any change to his expression, aside from an ounce of pride.

"She has a small prophetic gift. You may meet the mother. You will know it when you do.

He shrugged, then lowered his body onto the counter until he was eye to eye with Nevin. His own blue eyes pierced like the depths of the sea he knew so well and the deep scars on his cheeks burned like brands. .

"Anyway," he lowered his voice. "Question: as an alchemist, do you have ... Poisons?"