01-03-2022, 05:43 PM
Gwen was trying to feed Lora and herself at the same time. This morning they were trying a bit of ground up vegetables that the house elfs had made for the baby. Having already fed her the other way, the young lady was fully dressed and ready for the long day ahead - just stealing in a few last moments with her child before absconding for most of the rest of the day. So far, Lora had eaten very little, most of it dribbling down the front of her clothing. Fortunately, Gwen had learned long ago not to actually dress her for the day until after eating as it just created more work in the long run otherwise - for both the laundresses as well as herself having to change clothing on them both every few hours.
Today, however, Lora had been unwilling to try the spoon so at least nothing would be flung onto Gwen's red and gold dress that only fit to brighten the intensity of her hair, which caught back in a respectable net instead of the long, loose tresses it had been last evening. The infant's head against her chest seemed to match with only a few golden hairs here and there, a remnant of her departed father.
There was plenty of porridge left in both the serving dish as well as her bowl as the infant had decided that the porridge sweetened with a touch of honey was much preferable over the vegetables. While the vegetables were better for the babe in the long run, Gwen knew it was going to be a long day and thus, had given up the fight and was now feeding Lora from her own bowl.
At the opening of the door, she looked up in surprise, not having expected anyone to join her. The others, she had figured, would be far too busy. She had forgotten about Sir Raine (after spending an entire night forcing herself to do so over and over and over again). Forcing herself to sit a little straighter, she lowered the empty spoon from Lora's lips and nodded her head. "Good morning, Sir Raine. Have you come for breakfast? There is plenty left, if so. If you were seeking solitude, Lora and I can relocate." She offered, certain that the young man wouldn't want to share a meal with an infant. It seemed like so few men did.
Today, however, Lora had been unwilling to try the spoon so at least nothing would be flung onto Gwen's red and gold dress that only fit to brighten the intensity of her hair, which caught back in a respectable net instead of the long, loose tresses it had been last evening. The infant's head against her chest seemed to match with only a few golden hairs here and there, a remnant of her departed father.
There was plenty of porridge left in both the serving dish as well as her bowl as the infant had decided that the porridge sweetened with a touch of honey was much preferable over the vegetables. While the vegetables were better for the babe in the long run, Gwen knew it was going to be a long day and thus, had given up the fight and was now feeding Lora from her own bowl.
At the opening of the door, she looked up in surprise, not having expected anyone to join her. The others, she had figured, would be far too busy. She had forgotten about Sir Raine (after spending an entire night forcing herself to do so over and over and over again). Forcing herself to sit a little straighter, she lowered the empty spoon from Lora's lips and nodded her head. "Good morning, Sir Raine. Have you come for breakfast? There is plenty left, if so. If you were seeking solitude, Lora and I can relocate." She offered, certain that the young man wouldn't want to share a meal with an infant. It seemed like so few men did.
