6 months later...
"Can you please leave my castle?" Saelira snapped, the edge of her voice sharp but laced with a familiar weariness. "I'm fucking tired."
Elysia looked up from her scrolls, blinking as Kaelith bolted past like a miniature hurricane, silver-red curls bouncing, her chubby feet slapping furiously against the polished stone floor.
A vase toppled in her wake. Again.
"I'm working on it," Elysia said, voice calm in a way only deep maternal exhaustion could afford.
Saelira groaned and flopped dramatically into the armchair closest to the window. Her long navy sleeves trailed behind her like wilted banners.
"Six months. Six. I have not had a moment of silence since that child figured out what feet are for."
Kaelith screeched pure joy, pure chaos and launched herself into Malvoria's arms across the room.
