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Posted on April 4, 2015 at 02:23:34 AM by ROHMARR
The day, for Rohmarr, had started like any other. He'd worked an uneventful swing shift the night prior and had spent much of the morning in bed, with Trouble curled up like a fuzzy pillow on his left. Towards midday they'd gotten up, eaten a light meal, and gone for a run. He'd only just returned from the baths when he heard the murmurs originating from the barracks, and poked his head in to find out what all the commotion was about. One of the guards he was most familiar with - there weren't many, really, since Rohmarr had a tendency to keep to himself - stood surrounded by a group of men and women with curious faces, some of their expressions a little sad.
"What's going on, Morris?" Rohmarr asked, his deep voice easily audible above the others. At the sight of the giant in the doorway, a few of the guards edged away to let him see. A frown wrinkled on Rohmarr's normally stoic features as the raccoon on his shoulder let out a distressed chitter. "It's-!" Trouble began to exclaim, cut short as someone nearby shushed him in an effort to keep the child sleeping peacefully. "Sekhmet," Rohmarr finished for him, his voice calm even as his heart thundered in his massive chest. Even as he spoke the question, there was a part of him that trembled with knowing already. "What's she doing here?" "Found her screaming her head off, poor little thing. Her mama passed away and left her," Morris replied, his gaze still focused on the sleeping child in his arms. Rohmarr, who was normally extremely reserved, made some small sound of distress and drew Morris' gaze up. The man winced, realizing abruptly that the girl was that girl, the mother and child being the two Rohmarr had been visiting in his off-hours. "Lost both of them in such a short time, didn't she?" Rohmarr nodded. His big hands were clenched at his side, wishing there had been something - anything - he could have done to help before it was too late. He'd looked in on Sekhmet's mother as often as he could, and he'd known she wasn't coping well with the loss of her husband, but... He hadn't expected this. "I suppose I should take her to-" Morris began, and was stopped short when Rohmarr held up a hand. "Are we doing what I think we're doing?" Trouble said with a mix of excitement and dread, peering down at the child in the guard's arms. "I'll take her," Rohmarr said. His tone was, as usual, quiet, but held a firmness that demanded no argument. Though he looked doubtful, Morris handed the child to Rohmarr, who cradled her smallness in his massive arms as if she were something both fragile and precious, like spun glass. "I promised her father I'd look after them, and I will not fail again." And with that, Rohmarr took his bundle to seek out the king's mother; surely Lady Nimueh would have some advice and, if he were very lucky, some of the supplies he'd need to care for the child. Behind him came whispers, both kind and unkind, but he ignored them. He knew what they were thinking: how could a pirate - for many doubted his transformation to upstanding citizen, and knew of his history only from the scars he bore - look after a child? He understood their doubt, and worried, but he knew he had to try. He had to do what he could. |
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