The 8th Noble
A tranquil scene of utter chaos was on full display in the otherwise rather calm and collected Noble apartment. The once pristine couch was now a stained and empty bowl of discomfort. The kitchen, oh the kitchen… Those grease stains would be impossible to ever truly get out despite the obvious signs that someone very much had tried to do so.
But the apartment was quiet at the very least. The children slumbered in their surprisingly clean beds. Vera was browsing videos on her tablet, and Colette was… Well, she was asleep right next to her in their impressive pillow fort composed of just about every single useable soft surface in the apartment, stacked between an armchair and what was once a dinner table. It was an impenetrable fort that had seen heavy use for the last few… Weeks? Days? … Months?
In truth it felt difficult to tell at this point.
But today was the day. Colette had sworn to be by Vera and her siblings’ side until their mother returned, and today — unbeknownst to any of them — was that day. As the padawan laid exhausted in the fort, Vera was as always anything but tired. She was quiet, but not tired. Contently snacking away at this day’s choice of snackies.
Snackies that Colette was entirely unaware that she had left out for the kid to grab.
The door opened, Vera’s eyes set on the wide open arch and…
Valery Noble
But the apartment was quiet at the very least. The children slumbered in their surprisingly clean beds. Vera was browsing videos on her tablet, and Colette was… Well, she was asleep right next to her in their impressive pillow fort composed of just about every single useable soft surface in the apartment, stacked between an armchair and what was once a dinner table. It was an impenetrable fort that had seen heavy use for the last few… Weeks? Days? … Months?
In truth it felt difficult to tell at this point.
But today was the day. Colette had sworn to be by Vera and her siblings’ side until their mother returned, and today — unbeknownst to any of them — was that day. As the padawan laid exhausted in the fort, Vera was as always anything but tired. She was quiet, but not tired. Contently snacking away at this day’s choice of snackies.
Snackies that Colette was entirely unaware that she had left out for the kid to grab.
The door opened, Vera’s eyes set on the wide open arch and…
