Darth Imhilmos
The warm sun bathed a mother’s shoulder as she basked at her infant, brushing her fingers along the nursing babe’s downy head. Gunnr Zambrano grinned as her hair shifted with a light breeze, the silk of her gown soft on delighted skin.
An alto voice hummed a melody from her childhood, when Mama held her as they camped in the jungle. Wild was life on Panatha, her mother’s duty in Qocia broken it seemed, only to take Gunnr and Althea on hunting adventures. Each more dangerous, in the back of Gunnr’s mind, looming childish fears assuaged by lullabies and the Fitz-Kierke family who remained a perpetuity. Now, the same lullaby passed from mother to daughter. Gunnr continued to bond with her infant girl, until Taiya nuzzled her face away. Standing with Taiya laying on her chest, little head poised on a burping blanket on her shoulder, Gunnr walked onto the porch. Below the Palace, the capital city of Canthar busied about below. Further on, the sea.
Below, a shuttle sat on its’ pad, little known occupants already walking the halls of this sacred place to reach the chambers of Empress-Consort Gunnr, where she and the Emperor resided in celebration of the birth of their first daughter.
A chime.
“Pardon me, Ma’am, the Lady Adara and an.. an Aunt inquire of a meeting.” The servant’s robes were the colours of House Fitz-Kierke, a woman who curtseyed even as two hulking warriors guarded the door.
“Yes, Taiya my love. Are you contented now our strong, beautiful dear?” Gunnr continued smiling down at her baby, cradled in her arms. “A cousin? Show them in.”
Stardust Solus Skirae and Adara Raxis would be ushered through the palace, Adara’s own clothing the loose, jewel bound robes of native Panathan nobility. Yasha’s eldest stopped to a halt at the sight of Gunnr grinning down at a yawning infant, Taiya’s tiny feet clad in warm fabric, tugging into her chest as she yawned.
“Hullo, Oh, you’ve had the baby...”
“Taiya. Taaaaiyaaaaa.” Gunnr’s voice was a song, as she rocked her babe. “Such a fighter already, and how she cries! You will be the strongest of us all, little bright star... hullo, Adara. Who have you brought to share our happiness?”
Finally, cerulean eyes flickered up to take in the sight of Stardust, Gunnr’s raven hair flowing in lazy waves half caught up in a jewelled clip. Her pouted, pink lips poised in a familiar, but oft unwitnessed, grin.
An alto voice hummed a melody from her childhood, when Mama held her as they camped in the jungle. Wild was life on Panatha, her mother’s duty in Qocia broken it seemed, only to take Gunnr and Althea on hunting adventures. Each more dangerous, in the back of Gunnr’s mind, looming childish fears assuaged by lullabies and the Fitz-Kierke family who remained a perpetuity. Now, the same lullaby passed from mother to daughter. Gunnr continued to bond with her infant girl, until Taiya nuzzled her face away. Standing with Taiya laying on her chest, little head poised on a burping blanket on her shoulder, Gunnr walked onto the porch. Below the Palace, the capital city of Canthar busied about below. Further on, the sea.
Below, a shuttle sat on its’ pad, little known occupants already walking the halls of this sacred place to reach the chambers of Empress-Consort Gunnr, where she and the Emperor resided in celebration of the birth of their first daughter.
A chime.
“Pardon me, Ma’am, the Lady Adara and an.. an Aunt inquire of a meeting.” The servant’s robes were the colours of House Fitz-Kierke, a woman who curtseyed even as two hulking warriors guarded the door.
“Yes, Taiya my love. Are you contented now our strong, beautiful dear?” Gunnr continued smiling down at her baby, cradled in her arms. “A cousin? Show them in.”
Stardust Solus Skirae and Adara Raxis would be ushered through the palace, Adara’s own clothing the loose, jewel bound robes of native Panathan nobility. Yasha’s eldest stopped to a halt at the sight of Gunnr grinning down at a yawning infant, Taiya’s tiny feet clad in warm fabric, tugging into her chest as she yawned.
“Hullo, Oh, you’ve had the baby...”
“Taiya. Taaaaiyaaaaa.” Gunnr’s voice was a song, as she rocked her babe. “Such a fighter already, and how she cries! You will be the strongest of us all, little bright star... hullo, Adara. Who have you brought to share our happiness?”
Finally, cerulean eyes flickered up to take in the sight of Stardust, Gunnr’s raven hair flowing in lazy waves half caught up in a jewelled clip. Her pouted, pink lips poised in a familiar, but oft unwitnessed, grin.