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Rharan paused at the door to his home, carefully removed his armor, piece by piece, and laid it gently in the grass. Dressed now in a simple pair of linen breeches and an undershirt, he quietly opened the door to his home, listening intently.
He heard no squalling; she must have gotten their son to finally drift off. Moving as softly as he could, he entered the house, and saw his wife asleep in their bed, and the twins in their cribs. He was right, Merthan was sleeping. However, Cinae was starting to squirm... of course, he thought with a smile. She was the only one who'd gotten any sleep last night, and she seemed to have inherited her father's tendancies to wake early. And she was *never* still, it seemed - she wiggled constantly when she was awake. She'd be a real handful in a few months...
Softly, he picked his little girl up, and cuddled her close. She cooed softly, and those sparkling little eyes found his face. "G'morning, Princess," he whispered, and carried her with him as he crept down the stairs, got a bucket and brush, and stepped back outside to scrub the goo from his armor.
He stopped in surprise at the door... watched with disappointment, as Threnn shared a rather intimate-looking embrace with Kaidric, then stepped inside his home. Stood there a few moments, before turning back to his infant daughter.
"Don't grow up like her, princess... don't cheapen love so, just to get what you want..." He set her down to wiggle in the grass, smiled as she giggled.
After filling his bucket at the well, he set to work on his breastplate. As he did, he whispered a prayer for Predian's soul... and Thrennoadae's.
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