"You know how much I worry," he says with a chuckle. "If there's not a gaggle of children or dragonlings for me to fuss over, I'll find some other helpless target to turn my attentions toward. It just so happens that you're nearby more often than not."
She pushes him down against the sofa before crawling into his lap, almost in the manner of a rather demanding cat. Not that he minds, in the least. He draws a nearby blanket across her shoulders, keeping one arm wrapped loosely about her waist. The heat radiating off his body should keep her sufficiently warm, but old habits die hard.
"I suppose it's a good thing that Estinien has already taken the older ones to go hunting in the forelands. That means fewer broodlings I'll have to chase down and round up myself. I swear, those moogles are becoming a bad influence on our children!"
He doesn't mean it. Mostly. It's true that his latest brood has developed a particular fascination with the moogles of Asah, and they take great delight in emulating their more playful, prankish nature. Now, if Aymeric could only convince them to stop distracting the workers from their labors and contribute to the reconstruction efforts...
He reaches up to smooth one hand against her hair. Luckily, her trip on dragon-back must have blown away any lingering traces of the incense, else Aymeric would be sneezing and tearing up from the foul odor. "Oh, I know quite well! I'll never forget the day you came home after treating with the Vath and you fairly reeked of that foul incense. I couldn't bear to come near you until you had bathed thoroughly and washed the scent away."
As if to emphasize his point, he presses his nose against the crown of her head, drinking in her scent. The familiar scent of carnations and other wildflowers greets him with a warm familiarity, and he sighs softly as Ariane finishes her account. "I would like that very much. It's been so long since I paid a visit to Lucia and Francel. And Marcelloix and his family, and the children of the New Nest, of course..."
His hand moves unconsciously to press against the slight curve of her belly. It's far too soon for her to be showing, but he can sense a faint spark of aether not her own flickering within her womb. And it will surely grow stronger and stronger as her belly begins to swell in the months to come.
"We should probably make this trip sooner rather than later," he says, trying to steer the conversation in such a way where he can break the news to her gently. "Between your duties here and in Ishgard, I think you've been working entirely too hard! You should take the opportunity to rest and relax for a bit, don't you think?"
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Date: 2021-12-02 05:44 am (UTC)She pushes him down against the sofa before crawling into his lap, almost in the manner of a rather demanding cat. Not that he minds, in the least. He draws a nearby blanket across her shoulders, keeping one arm wrapped loosely about her waist. The heat radiating off his body should keep her sufficiently warm, but old habits die hard.
"I suppose it's a good thing that Estinien has already taken the older ones to go hunting in the forelands. That means fewer broodlings I'll have to chase down and round up myself. I swear, those moogles are becoming a bad influence on our children!"
He doesn't mean it. Mostly. It's true that his latest brood has developed a particular fascination with the moogles of Asah, and they take great delight in emulating their more playful, prankish nature. Now, if Aymeric could only convince them to stop distracting the workers from their labors and contribute to the reconstruction efforts...
He reaches up to smooth one hand against her hair. Luckily, her trip on dragon-back must have blown away any lingering traces of the incense, else Aymeric would be sneezing and tearing up from the foul odor. "Oh, I know quite well! I'll never forget the day you came home after treating with the Vath and you fairly reeked of that foul incense. I couldn't bear to come near you until you had bathed thoroughly and washed the scent away."
As if to emphasize his point, he presses his nose against the crown of her head, drinking in her scent. The familiar scent of carnations and other wildflowers greets him with a warm familiarity, and he sighs softly as Ariane finishes her account. "I would like that very much. It's been so long since I paid a visit to Lucia and Francel. And Marcelloix and his family, and the children of the New Nest, of course..."
His hand moves unconsciously to press against the slight curve of her belly. It's far too soon for her to be showing, but he can sense a faint spark of aether not her own flickering within her womb. And it will surely grow stronger and stronger as her belly begins to swell in the months to come.
"We should probably make this trip sooner rather than later," he says, trying to steer the conversation in such a way where he can break the news to her gently. "Between your duties here and in Ishgard, I think you've been working entirely too hard! You should take the opportunity to rest and relax for a bit, don't you think?"