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[rovingstories]

Maya the Wanderer

She picked up one (1) Peter (NSFW)

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[rovingstories]

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.]

[your_boyfriend]

[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.]

[rovingstories]

[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.]

[your_boyfriend]

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.]

[rovingstories]

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!]

[your_boyfriend]

[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.]