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[fieldbox="Cora, #c0c0ff, dashed, 10"]
Cora hadn't really spent a lot of time with children in the course of her life, but they were certainly cute, and they could talk about things that rivalled some of the more imaginative images that mama users saw in their personal trips. This little boy was no exception, perking up after a long few minutes of Cora talking to 'mister soldier' who had looked completely out of his depth the entire time. He became quite the little chatterbox as soon as the soldier was involved and the quiet promise of mummy being found was a promise shared.
"Miss Cora?" There was a soft, curious tone laced through with the usual faintly coaxing, wheedling inflections that indicated a question was coming after it.
"Mmm? What is it, buddy?" Cora immediately crouched down, the dress she'd worn pooling slightly about her as she hit his level to talk.
"Why are your ears all pointy? Are you a fairy?"
"Oh, have you never seen pointy ears before? Here, you can touch if you want." Cora let him explore the little points, not even blinking as he tugged and touched. "They're not really for anything, they just mean my mother likes some special plants, that's all. Do you think other people will think I'm a fairy?" Even if she didn't see anything wrong with the recreational use of mama lulu, this was someone else's child and the one thing she had learned with Jorgen and the rest of the Praxus entourage was that some people did not approve at all. Perhaps best not to introduce a foreign child to the substance.
"If you're not a fairy are you going to the… the… are you an hair for the oonity?" Cora didn't correct him as he butchered the phrase, but just smiled and nodded in response. When there were no further questions for the moment, she rose back to her feet, still lightly holding the child's hand. Off to one side she could see the soldiers of Amberholm debating how they were meant to go and find the child's parents while doing their own jobs. Furtive glances back at her came every so often and Cora smiled blissfully brightly in response, which tended to turn the eyes away and incite another round of whispering. At length, one of them finally started off in a random direction, apparently caving to her demand for them to find 'Mummy'.
It took a while longer, and the woman Cora had wanted to find didn't show up with a soldier. The larger of the two was clearly the child's mother, and she was supported by a smaller, somewhat slighter individual. Oh, she'd been hurt… That made a measure of sense and the anger from earlier felt quite silly now, dreadfully judgemental as it had been. They rushed up to her, the pair of them, the larger woman so clearly agitated that Cora didn't doubt her for a second. Dominic's faintly tear-stained face lit up as Mummy arrived and he reached for the hand before Cora had time to even say hello. She lightly released the boy to his mother.
"That's okay! I'm just glad you're back, my little buddy here was missing you something horrid, weren't you Dominic?" Cora didn't really react to the faint aggression that had come from the mother, understanding that impulse. She'd briefly felt it herself when she thought that the boy had just been left alone for no reason. "You take care of mummy, okay? She looks like she might need your help for a little while." The little boy nodded from his place attached to Tansy's side, clinging at his mother now rather than Cora and suddenly a lot quieter. He'd just remembered he wasn't really supposed to talk to strangers and had locked his little mouth. The Princess' attention turned to the younger woman now. Sizing her up she seemed… more than a little harassed. Hmm…
"Hey, Paddy?" The man she'd slowly but surely started addressing as 'Paddy' rather than Patrick responded with just "Aye, Little Star?" "Could you escort my little buddy and his mummy home? Stay about for a little while, make sure they're getting on alright before you come back, okay?" "Ayup, will do… Here, you want me to take her from you?" The last sentence from the farm boy was angled at Lorelei rather than Cora, but the tone was the same. Fairlea's folk didn't seem to give two hoots about station, for all the titles Cora had and the finery she wore. As soon as Patrick had Tansy mostly supported he set off at a faintly brisk pace, leaving Lorelei and Cora.
"You looked so shell-shocked, thought maybe you could use a break after that," Cora smiled, apparently happy enough for an idle chat to happen rather than to go through the parade quite yet. No sense in rushing; someone would come get her if she took too long. [/fieldbox]
Cora hadn't really spent a lot of time with children in the course of her life, but they were certainly cute, and they could talk about things that rivalled some of the more imaginative images that mama users saw in their personal trips. This little boy was no exception, perking up after a long few minutes of Cora talking to 'mister soldier' who had looked completely out of his depth the entire time. He became quite the little chatterbox as soon as the soldier was involved and the quiet promise of mummy being found was a promise shared.
"Miss Cora?" There was a soft, curious tone laced through with the usual faintly coaxing, wheedling inflections that indicated a question was coming after it.
"Mmm? What is it, buddy?" Cora immediately crouched down, the dress she'd worn pooling slightly about her as she hit his level to talk.
"Why are your ears all pointy? Are you a fairy?"
"Oh, have you never seen pointy ears before? Here, you can touch if you want." Cora let him explore the little points, not even blinking as he tugged and touched. "They're not really for anything, they just mean my mother likes some special plants, that's all. Do you think other people will think I'm a fairy?" Even if she didn't see anything wrong with the recreational use of mama lulu, this was someone else's child and the one thing she had learned with Jorgen and the rest of the Praxus entourage was that some people did not approve at all. Perhaps best not to introduce a foreign child to the substance.
"If you're not a fairy are you going to the… the… are you an hair for the oonity?" Cora didn't correct him as he butchered the phrase, but just smiled and nodded in response. When there were no further questions for the moment, she rose back to her feet, still lightly holding the child's hand. Off to one side she could see the soldiers of Amberholm debating how they were meant to go and find the child's parents while doing their own jobs. Furtive glances back at her came every so often and Cora smiled blissfully brightly in response, which tended to turn the eyes away and incite another round of whispering. At length, one of them finally started off in a random direction, apparently caving to her demand for them to find 'Mummy'.
It took a while longer, and the woman Cora had wanted to find didn't show up with a soldier. The larger of the two was clearly the child's mother, and she was supported by a smaller, somewhat slighter individual. Oh, she'd been hurt… That made a measure of sense and the anger from earlier felt quite silly now, dreadfully judgemental as it had been. They rushed up to her, the pair of them, the larger woman so clearly agitated that Cora didn't doubt her for a second. Dominic's faintly tear-stained face lit up as Mummy arrived and he reached for the hand before Cora had time to even say hello. She lightly released the boy to his mother.
"That's okay! I'm just glad you're back, my little buddy here was missing you something horrid, weren't you Dominic?" Cora didn't really react to the faint aggression that had come from the mother, understanding that impulse. She'd briefly felt it herself when she thought that the boy had just been left alone for no reason. "You take care of mummy, okay? She looks like she might need your help for a little while." The little boy nodded from his place attached to Tansy's side, clinging at his mother now rather than Cora and suddenly a lot quieter. He'd just remembered he wasn't really supposed to talk to strangers and had locked his little mouth. The Princess' attention turned to the younger woman now. Sizing her up she seemed… more than a little harassed. Hmm…
"Hey, Paddy?" The man she'd slowly but surely started addressing as 'Paddy' rather than Patrick responded with just "Aye, Little Star?" "Could you escort my little buddy and his mummy home? Stay about for a little while, make sure they're getting on alright before you come back, okay?" "Ayup, will do… Here, you want me to take her from you?" The last sentence from the farm boy was angled at Lorelei rather than Cora, but the tone was the same. Fairlea's folk didn't seem to give two hoots about station, for all the titles Cora had and the finery she wore. As soon as Patrick had Tansy mostly supported he set off at a faintly brisk pace, leaving Lorelei and Cora.
"You looked so shell-shocked, thought maybe you could use a break after that," Cora smiled, apparently happy enough for an idle chat to happen rather than to go through the parade quite yet. No sense in rushing; someone would come get her if she took too long. [/fieldbox]