Greatwater Lake hush

Permissions to powerplay Zharille!

@Rashepses is heard from the mouth of a fellahin when the moon rises. They are sleeping, his wife and kids. The kingsguard's tail flags and his eyes are brittle.
They are hardly old enough.

Zharille is no fool. She hears. He looks to her with hard eyes, because he feels his blood cold. They've barely weaned. Mother and children: how it should be.
What Mesen-ka does not expect is how carelessly she nudges him each child, and how she gives no fight. Maybe eager, even, to say goodbye to them.

Mesen-ka is also no fool.

Then make this no stress upon @Aiman, @Ibrahim and @Taliba. A kiss is given to the lake queens forehead. The woman he's grown to and fed and bled for, and would do so again to witness her comfortably bathing in the wild sunlight. Selfishly, maybe, even if she no longer wished to keep hold of their children. There had been no appreciation for their mother nature until her. "We are going on an adventure, my little soldiers," he mutters to them, and hopes they dream away this night.

Each child is grabbed and moved while they are hopefully still tired. The fellahin holds a peltskin with meats and bedfurs from the den with their mothers scent. Aiman, he places into a second, padded peltskin that the fellahin holds, hoping his son will be the least fussy for the stranger. A hole was torn out just big enough for his head to see and breathe. Ibrahim and Taliba, he works them into a shared peltskin to carry himself. His son and daughter, so big in arms, he spares the fellahin for this night.