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Brothers	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four - Thomas Conway, Age 25
"Love, how long was his mother's ears?"
Looking over from buttoning Foster's coat, Thomas frowned. He didn't like thinking of the elf maiden. "The men had … I would say they were at least a foot long if not a bit more. Why do you ask?"
Norah gently traced the tiny pointed ear of the baby suckling her breast. It was the only time she could hold him and he wouldn't cry. Thomas was using this time to make good on his promise to get Foster out of her hair for a while and sharpen the tools. The rain from the night before had become a light shower, but the ground was too wet to work in.
"Just curious, my love … you need not to overly hurry he'll sleep for a short time after he finishes. I do appreciate your help today; it has been tenfold quieter than yesterday."
"All right," Thomas said standing and picking Foster up. "We'll be back in a bit, ready to get wet, Foster?"
"Weeeee!" was the shouted reply as the raindrops fell on his upturned face.
Once inside the barn, Thomas set his son down, the toddler was enthusiastically greeted by Wags. With the animals already fed earlier in the day, Thomas set to work on the various tools lying around. He was sliding the sharpening stone along the blade of the sickle when Foster let out a scream. Startled Thomas looked up and found his son crumpled on the ground near Missy's stable. Hurrying over he scooped him up and looked him over.
"Missy bit me butt!" the toddler cried.
A quick glance down the back of the diaper confirmed it. The thick cloth had absorbed most of the force but a small bruise was forming. "Your Mommy is going to be mad at me," Thomas said with a sigh. "She knows some healing though; she'll make it all better." Norah had been training to be a priest before she had fallen in love with Thomas.
Picking up the still whimpering Foster, Thomas hurried back to the house. Once inside he set him down and glanced around, "Norah?"
"Oh, I didn't expect you back so soon," came her voice from the loft. "Be right there."
It dawned on Thomas there was no crying coming from the crib. He glanced over and found only his daughter within. Perhaps Norah was changing Nathaniel and that was delaying her return from the loft. Foster had forgotten about his misadventure in the barn and was happily playing with Daisy. A long moment passed and Thomas frowned. "Norah?"
"Just a moment, I'm almost done."
There was an edge to her voice, one Thomas hadn't heard before. "Is Nathaniel with you?" he asked.
"It would have been better if I could have cleaned up before you got back inside," Norah said as she appeared and started down the ladder to the loft. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her down the last few steps.
"I'm sorry, your eldest got bit in the butt by Missy … the diaper took most of it but thought you might want to have a look …" his words lost as Norah turned to face him, her tunic and fingers covered in blood. As was Nathaniel's hair and cheeks. "By the Light!"
"He's fine, love," Norah said. "I had to place him in an enchanted sleep while I worked, not sure why I didn't think of that yesterday. I just need to wash us up." She walked toward the sink.
Grabbing her arm Thomas stopped her. "What did you do?"
"We made a choice to raise this child as our own," Norah said defensively. "We cannot have twelve inch jackrabbit ears saying otherwise."
Taking Nathaniel from her arms Thomas hurried over to the sink. Using the warm water Norah must have put there earlier, he washed off the sleeping baby's face and hair. The tiny ear washed clean, the tip was no longer pointed; magic and blade had altered it.
"I may have to do it again as he grows," Norah said at his shoulder. "I swear to you, he felt no pain and nor will he when he awake. I've deadened the nerves where it was needed. Please, don't be mad … it was in his best interest."
"I had hoped in the future be it near or distant," Thomas said, "that he would know his mother's kind. Promise me when that day comes you will return them to what they were meant to be, so he can do so without shame."
"I promise," Norah said. "I only did it now for the same reason, to conceal his heredity until he is at an age he can face it. Please do not think of ill of me."
"Never," Thomas said facing her. "Not in my life-time or his, will I think poorly of you, my wife. What is done is done; your oldest has a bite on his fanny that needs your attention."
Norah smiled but it didn't reach her eyes, he pulled her into an embrace and kissed her. Letting his lips linger until he felt her relax. When they parted there was a true smile upon her face. Laying Nathaniel down in the crib, Thomas took a moment to pick up Janice who welcomed his kisses on her soft cheek with a content coo. A knock on the door startled the occupants; their location and the weather this day did not fancy visitors. With the events from yesterday heavy on his mind Thomas set his daughter beside Nathaniel and opened the door. He was relieved to see two familiar young teenagers standing on his stoop. "Well if it isn't Joseph and Carlin Redpath, what brings you boys out to my humble abode in this weather?"
The older of the red-headed boys, Carlin, laughed. "This ain't nothing, last night now that was a storm! The Chamber's barn was struck by lightning it done burnt to the ground!"
"Oh no!" Norah said. "Is everyone okay?"
"Yes ma'am," said Joseph, "well if you don't count the cow and the chickens they lost."
"The rain stopped the fire from spreading," Carlin added.
"Would the two of you like to warm up with a cup of hot chocolate?" Norah asked.
The boys' eyes lit up. "Oh yes …" started Joseph, but Carlin elbowed him. "Ow!"
"No, ma'am, we ain't staying, our Dad just wanted to have us check in with the folks in the country make sure they weathered the storm. He sent runners from Darrowshire to Corin's Crossing and Tyr's Hand all the way to Stratholme! We ain't seen nothing but a few trees down here and there."
"We saw this one split clean in half!" Joseph said waving his arms around excited.
Thomas let out a hearty chuckle as he patted both boys on the head. "Well you tell your pa he's doing a fine job as Mayor of Darrowshire." Walking over to the counter he opened a small glass jar and picked out some candies within. "If you can't stay for hot cocoa then please take a couple of these maple chews for the road."
The boys eagerly put the taffy like sweets in their mouth and after promises to be safe and turn back toward Darrowshire before it got much later, headed down the path. Norah joined him at the door as they watched the Redpaths until they disappeared around the bend. "Someday that will be our two boys out running amok in the forest. I wonder what mischief they will get into."
Patting her hand affectionately Thomas gave her a mischievous grin. "If they grow up to be anything like I was at that age, we're going to be in trouble."
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