A return
Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2020 12:10 am
Katharina sighed and rubbed her eyes. Sometimes, she hated the amount of reading that went with her duties as a noble of Cadomyr. She looked to the window and frowned, when she noticed that it was dark already. Standing, she cursed herself for likely missing Amanda getting home and thus the chance to sit together for a while before going to bed. Maybe she would at least catch her in time to go to bed together. She walked down the stairs from her office and heard keys outside the door. She could not help it, when a big smile spread over her face and she rushed over to hug Amanda the moment the door opened. But when the door swung open, it wasn't her who stood in front of her, but a tall man with orange-red hair and a rather wild beard. Her eyes widened and she stared for a moment. She noticed how her eyes filled with tears, when she rushed over and wrapped her arms around her son, sobbing against his shoulder. She hasn't seen him ever since he went off to find traces of his father. To ask him about why he had left him and his mother. Two years. It had taken him two years and in some restless nights, Katharina would have stared at the ceiling, wondering whether he was alright. Of course, he was 18 by now, and of course his journey wasn't all _that_ dangerous, but still... Two years with barely any word or letter had her worrying.
"My boy...", was all she managed to say, her voice full of relieve and her heart beating like crazy inside her chest. The boy, or rather the young man, by Zhambra did he grow in those two years, patted the back of his mother.
"It's alright, mother. I am back. Don't cry. Come, have a seat." Leading her over to the large table and then pulling a chair over for her, he smiled at her. His right cheek had a small dimple when he smiled, just like hers. These eyes that looked down on her, were of the same green shade as hers.
"Tell me everything!", she said and he pulled over a second chair to sit down with her.
"My boy...", was all she managed to say, her voice full of relieve and her heart beating like crazy inside her chest. The boy, or rather the young man, by Zhambra did he grow in those two years, patted the back of his mother.
"It's alright, mother. I am back. Don't cry. Come, have a seat." Leading her over to the large table and then pulling a chair over for her, he smiled at her. His right cheek had a small dimple when he smiled, just like hers. These eyes that looked down on her, were of the same green shade as hers.
"Tell me everything!", she said and he pulled over a second chair to sit down with her.