Post by Lisa on Aug 5, 2016 2:50:37 GMT 10
Title: Mutual Interest
Rating: G
Prompt: 110 Ties That Bind
Summary: Alanna and Wyldon, in their old age, still find themselves at odds with one another.(Part of the "Family Matters" universe shared with Rosie.)
Alanna had to admit, for her overall dislike of all things Cavall, that her granddaughter’s lodge in the Grand Eastern Forest was a lovely home. And the Cavall boy she’d married a few years prior seemed to be a good enough sort, with his father’s Jesslaw views instead of his grandfather’s stodgy outlook. He was kind to Rilla, which mattered even more to her than how Progressive he was as a knight and future Cavall heir.
“You’re not our first arrival,” Rilla said, kissing her grandmother’s cheek. “I don’t think our house has been so full in all our time here.” She was flush with happiness. “Mother and Julian are helping as much as they can, and Ansis’s grandfather—”
“Is here, too?” Alanna interrupted, her voice low and harsh.
“Yes,” Rilla replied, arching an eyebrow in a manner she inherited from her mother. “Behave yourself.”
Alanna rolled her eyes. “You sound like George.”
“How is grandda?” Rilla asked, taking Alanna’s cloak and handing it off to a footman.
“He’s in Corus, “ Alanna replied. It was known, in the family, that the baron did specialized work for the king. Stating that he was in Corus was akin to telling them that there was international intrigue brewing, and he was in meetings with the king and prime minister. The lesser said outright, however, the better for everyone.
“I hope he finds his way here soon,” Rilla said. “I want him to meet Jasper.”
“Jasper? Is that the name you’ve decided on?”
Rilla nodded, encouraging her grandmother to follow her to the nursery. “He was sleeping when I left him; let’s hope that hasn’t changed.”
When they entered the nursery, it was clear that the baby was not, in fact, sleeping. He was wailing, his little arms flailing while Wyldon of Cavall walked the room with him in his arms.
Wyldon looked up at his granddaughter-in-law, smiling, but it faltered when he saw Alanna. “I think he might be hungry.”
“Have you tried changing him?” Alanna asked tartly.
“That was my first act upon his waking, Lioness.” Wyldon’s voice was frigid. “I helped raise my daughters and grandchildren, you know. This isn’t new to me.”
“None of this,” Rilla said firmly, taking the child from him. Alanna held her arms out in hope of receiving the little boy, but Rilla shook her head brusquely. “I’m going to feed him. You two can see him again when you learn to behave.”
She didn’t slam the door on the way out, but she may as well have. Alanna turned on her heel to glare at Wyldon.
“Look what you did, Alanna,” he said coldly.
She sniffed indignantly. “I suppose I should apologize for assuming you didn’t know what to do with an infant. I’m sorry for starting off on the wrong foot. Again.” She felt hot under the collar. She wasn’t good at apologies at the best of times, and any time spent with Wyldon of Cavall couldn’t be considered the best.
He nodded curtly. “And I’m sorry for goading you.”
“It’s what we do best,” she said, sighing and lowering herself into one of the nursery rocking chairs. “You’d think that after this many years, we’d be done with this.”
“We’re steadfast and headstrong. And opinionated.” His mouth quirked into something like a smile. “But we’re also family. This child now makes it more so than even his parents’ marriage.”
“Great-grandparents to the same child,” Alanna mused. “Who’d’ve thought this could happen, forty years ago?”
“Shall we call a truce, then? For the sake of our families?”
“Truce,” Alanna agreed with a nod. “At least a temporary one.”
Rating: G
Prompt: 110 Ties That Bind
Summary: Alanna and Wyldon, in their old age, still find themselves at odds with one another.(Part of the "Family Matters" universe shared with Rosie.)
Alanna had to admit, for her overall dislike of all things Cavall, that her granddaughter’s lodge in the Grand Eastern Forest was a lovely home. And the Cavall boy she’d married a few years prior seemed to be a good enough sort, with his father’s Jesslaw views instead of his grandfather’s stodgy outlook. He was kind to Rilla, which mattered even more to her than how Progressive he was as a knight and future Cavall heir.
“You’re not our first arrival,” Rilla said, kissing her grandmother’s cheek. “I don’t think our house has been so full in all our time here.” She was flush with happiness. “Mother and Julian are helping as much as they can, and Ansis’s grandfather—”
“Is here, too?” Alanna interrupted, her voice low and harsh.
“Yes,” Rilla replied, arching an eyebrow in a manner she inherited from her mother. “Behave yourself.”
Alanna rolled her eyes. “You sound like George.”
“How is grandda?” Rilla asked, taking Alanna’s cloak and handing it off to a footman.
“He’s in Corus, “ Alanna replied. It was known, in the family, that the baron did specialized work for the king. Stating that he was in Corus was akin to telling them that there was international intrigue brewing, and he was in meetings with the king and prime minister. The lesser said outright, however, the better for everyone.
“I hope he finds his way here soon,” Rilla said. “I want him to meet Jasper.”
“Jasper? Is that the name you’ve decided on?”
Rilla nodded, encouraging her grandmother to follow her to the nursery. “He was sleeping when I left him; let’s hope that hasn’t changed.”
When they entered the nursery, it was clear that the baby was not, in fact, sleeping. He was wailing, his little arms flailing while Wyldon of Cavall walked the room with him in his arms.
Wyldon looked up at his granddaughter-in-law, smiling, but it faltered when he saw Alanna. “I think he might be hungry.”
“Have you tried changing him?” Alanna asked tartly.
“That was my first act upon his waking, Lioness.” Wyldon’s voice was frigid. “I helped raise my daughters and grandchildren, you know. This isn’t new to me.”
“None of this,” Rilla said firmly, taking the child from him. Alanna held her arms out in hope of receiving the little boy, but Rilla shook her head brusquely. “I’m going to feed him. You two can see him again when you learn to behave.”
She didn’t slam the door on the way out, but she may as well have. Alanna turned on her heel to glare at Wyldon.
“Look what you did, Alanna,” he said coldly.
She sniffed indignantly. “I suppose I should apologize for assuming you didn’t know what to do with an infant. I’m sorry for starting off on the wrong foot. Again.” She felt hot under the collar. She wasn’t good at apologies at the best of times, and any time spent with Wyldon of Cavall couldn’t be considered the best.
He nodded curtly. “And I’m sorry for goading you.”
“It’s what we do best,” she said, sighing and lowering herself into one of the nursery rocking chairs. “You’d think that after this many years, we’d be done with this.”
“We’re steadfast and headstrong. And opinionated.” His mouth quirked into something like a smile. “But we’re also family. This child now makes it more so than even his parents’ marriage.”
“Great-grandparents to the same child,” Alanna mused. “Who’d’ve thought this could happen, forty years ago?”
“Shall we call a truce, then? For the sake of our families?”
“Truce,” Alanna agreed with a nod. “At least a temporary one.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!