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Varla was leading Varian and Verrel on an adventure. She was the oldest so she was in charge. She had decided that they would go camping in the garden. Amalia and Violet were both too little so they couldn't come but her brothers were excited.
She got the idea when Mamae had been telling her about growing up Dalish. Setting up camp, sleeping under the stars, eating food cooked on an open fire. Ever since it was all she wanted to do.
She begged, and pleaded, and finally got permission. She was not allowed a fire but Daddy would make them a picnic.
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Mara sat on the grass nursing Violet and supervising Lucanis and the children put up the tent. Amalia kept toddling over to "help" and Mara was proud of how patient Varla was being. She would give Ama something to hold onto and told her that it was VERY important.
Of course being only a year old usually Ama would would drop whatever it was and fall on her bum where she would get distracted pulling out blades of grass that Luca tried, and mostly succeeded, to stop her eating.
Varian and Verrel were play sword fighting. There was a gentle breeze behind Mara, Spite fascinated watching Violet watching him.
Mara tucked her breast back away and burped Violet, smiling to herself as she felt Spite rubbing her back too. He loved all of their babies of course but Violet was extra special to him since she could actually see him.
Safely burped she placed the sleepy girl in her bassinet in the shade of a parasol.
She took over the building of the tent, muscle memory meant she was able to get the tent up much faster than her pampered husband who watched admiringly.
They went over the rules one more time and Mara pretended not to see Varla rolling her eyes, so determined to show off for her brothers. Mara reminded them all that one of the guards would stay up by the back door to let them in should they get scared or it rained or they just couldn't sleep. Before leaving them all for the evening Varla hugged her tightly and whispered that she loved her.
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Lucanis carried Violet in her bassinet and Amalia tangled her fist in Mara's hair as they went back in the house. The little ones were sleepily cleaned up and put to bed. Amalia in the nursery just across from their bedroom. Violet in her cradle by the balcony doors.
Lucanis sat on the bed and watched as Mara strained her head to look out at the garden.
"The children are perfectly safe mi amore."
"I know. I am just used to them all being under one roof. I like having them close."
"I like having you close." He came up behind her and kissed the curve of her neck. His hands stroking over her soft curves.
"Now Maker willing, they will stay happily in their tent. Amalia will sleep all night and that big feed Violet had in the garden will tide her over. And that means that tonight, you," a nibble to the tip of her ear. "Are," the straps of her dress lowered. "All," the hem lifted. "OURS."
Purple flashed as Spite scooped her up and tossed her on the bed.
Time for an adventure of their own.