>>5225062Alys turns into a torch at your side, flushing a deep red before stammering out, “N-no!”, slightly too loud. You notice Eleyse in the back of the hall look over for a moment and cock her head in curiosity. Moira's eyes narrow even further.
“This is your hall, Uilleam. If you want the child nursed here that's your decision. Your sisters and I will see to it. However, you should talk to Eleyse about this. She's more than old enough to know what it means, and you know how much the poor girl idolizes you.” You grimace. That won't be an easy conversation to have. Eleyse has ever been idealistic. “What's his name?”
“He's not old enough to be named yet.”
She crosses her arms. “You have not been simply calling him the child since he was born?”
“... yes?” You say with some embarrassment.
She sighs deeply. “I'm sure the nursemaids or your sisters will come up with a pet name. Think on it over the next few months, bad luck to not name him when the time comes.” You know that, of course. If you don't make it back the hold's way during your service with the Order you'll have to send a missive when appropriate. Nothing you need to decide now, and honestly you can't really think of it right now. “Anyway, come, the servants should have dinner served by now. We'll celebrate your return, however so brief.”
The child is sent to a room further up the keep's four stories to be looked after by the servants, and you and Alys along with your family leave through the passage to the dining hall. As you remember from growing up, the food is hearty fare without being overly refined. You honestly prefer it to the more stuffy occasions you experienced traveling with Alkaign. You catch up with your family, describing what you can of your new duties and the last few months. While you plan to leave as soon as the caravan is resupplied(and the hold's blacksmith replaces your vambrace), you will have enough time to do one significant task while at home. You consider your options.
