divinetree | Maya Posting

Guilty as charged! You'd think I'd be sick to death of proposals and suitors but you are just too cute.

[The caiman nodded with that grin widening, chuckling in amusement. "You have good taste."

Was he talking about Peter, or Maya??]

[Peter doesn't seem to consider which of them the target of that comment might be for.]

I'm just very convincing that way.

[At least he seems more relaxed now. He feels somewhat more relaxed. It's obvious Maya is giving him the lion share of her attention and Peter can't help but be pacified with that.]

["When are you expecting a little one, by the by? Going to settle anywhere in particular? I recommend Bellhearth, it's mostly us scalefolk but we have our share of others - it's a very safe place. The mayor is a good friend of mine."]

Oh, no, I refuse to settle unless I'm tending to a loved one's death bed. I've tried already and the call of travel is too much to resist.

[Something about the frankness of that response has Jurral a little wary, shrugging awkwardly. "I suppose that makes sense for a lore keeper. If you were named after the Wanderer then you're living up to the namesake."

Maya's whiskers twitched a bit at her title being referred, but didn't comment.]

[Peter knows bits and pieces of Maya's past. He's never ventured to ask her more because it geniunely didn't matter to him. Everyone could know she was immortal or no one could, it could all be the absolute truth or a big farce. He didn't care about any of it.

He's smart enough though to put two and two together here. Her whiskers twitch and while she's not upset that protective feeling of his is never far from the surface.]

Settling isn't for everyone. I think I would get just as restless as she would.

[Or maybe he'd get far more entrenched in his protections if they stuck to one place. On the move like this it isn't like he can fortify doors or put as many locks as he can muster on them either. He can't hold her inside and can't give in to the very real and bone-deep urge to do so.]

Being inside all the time put you in a tizzy too. I think traveling with me has done wonders.

[Her smile is a little wary, but not upset or anything. Resting her hand over her bump, Maya sighed.]

The little one - well, they're not really 'little', I wasn't expecting to be showing already - I'd like them to see as much of the world as possible. I don't think I could pick any one place to settle when everywhere is so stunning.

[Peter probably shouldn't look smug about her already showing and all but there's something that just fills him with pride over the idea of being part of producing a big baby. He brings a hand to stroke down Maya's back as she sighs.]

Besides, what kid wouldn't like traveling when they have two loving parents?

["If it goes well, a sibling could help with any lonesomeness. My brother and sister were always there for me."]

We'll see. Though I'm sure you aren't going to mind that idea.

[Maya elbowed Peter lightly, teasingly, not truly mad.]

If they get terribly lonesome, maybe we'll spend a few years with a caravan? I've had some fun doing that before.

[But then it wouldn't just be her, and Peter, and the little family they're growing together, would it?]

[Peter gives a low laugh before he fully gives in and just wraps his arms around Maya, burying his face against the top of her head. He has more than proven before he has no shyness when it comes to personal displays of affection. He rubs his cheek against her hair as the arms looping loosely around her shift so he can join hers on her baby bump.]

Darling, I'll take all the children you ever want to give me.

[His tone is warm and thoroughly smitten as he rests in her scent and the warmth of that bump under his large hands.]

No child of mine will ever be lonesome.

[It sure does make Jurral the third wheel, but it doesn't seem to be inherently strange to him, at least. Maya lets him cuddle, bumping up her head against his chin since he was so close.

The little flutters in her were too faint for Peter to feel yet, but she smiled at the fluttering kicking back up at the warmth and touch of the hand.]

I never had siblings, but I loved playing with my cousins and with the children that came through town with their traveling parents. Parents get tired after a while, after all, other kids always have the time and energy to play!

[Naturally Peter cares about Jurral as much as he does any other stranger. Maya at the very least has him well pacified for now and he's accepting Jurral's presence very easily.]

Sounds nice. I never got along with other kids very well.

[How shocking.]

Were you bullied?

["Figure if nothing else, siblings look after each other," Jurral added with a small guffaw. Peter was shameless.]

That's how it worked in my family at least.

[Rather, with her children... that's a little awkward to bring up when she's trying not to bring attention to her true age, though.]

[Peter can't help the laugh he gives there. It's definitely a guffaw too but maybe more bitter.]

Mine would rather kill me than look after me.

[After that single bit of bitterness though Peter calms immediately. Maya is a potent relaxant for him, particularly with her this close.]

I wasn't really bullied though. Not by anyone but her anyhow.

[Being bullied would have meant the other kids talked to him at all. Which usually wasn't the case. Making "friends" was much easier for Peter online than off for sure.]

[Ahh, sibling troubles. Maya tucks that knowledge away for later.]

If we love our children, they'll love each other too. Not to worry.

[She had never gotten confirmation that her shadow's mother was resentful or abusive in any way, but this was a shot in the dark - probing him to see if she could learn a little more about him, one bite sized morsel of information at a time.]

I'm sure they will. They'll have your temperament after all.

[Clearly Peter thinks the best of Maya's temperament, particularly compared to his own.]

If they pick up your doting nature then I think they'll be sweet. But you can never tell, with kids, they always end up surprising you.

[She smiles, scooting forward to stir at their dinner broth. After a moment, she deems the meal ready - she can scoop and offer the first serving to Jurral, who takes it gratefully and with a sincere "thank you."

Maya gives Peter a bowl, as well, but sets the third down and picks up a stone from the firepit, feeling it in her hands to make sure it wasn't too scalding.]

I'm going to bring a stone to Rat, then I'll settle for food. Be right back, my shadow.

[Good luck with the stranger!]

[Good luck with the stranger indeed. He does take a moment to give her a very fond look at her tending to Rat. Then once she's out of careful watching range he turns to pick up her bowl and tend to filling hers up. His own bowl gets sat aside like it's the least important thing in the world.

In all this he says not a word to the stranger. He doesn't look at him, doesn't talk to him, nothing. Poor Jurral could have dropped over stone dead from dinner and Peter wouldn't have noticed.]

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