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Ficlet: Suppertime
Title: Suppertime
Fandom/original: Original, based on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
totemicdruid's Rhedrah-verse
Rating: G
A/N:rougen's prompt was "gibblets," hilariously enough.
"Papa!" The little girl almost knocked Dominic over as she careened into his legs. "You're home!"
"Apparently, yes," he laughed, reaching down with his free hand to touch her hair. "With supper, no less."
Bricta looked up and grinned. "Something good?"
"I always give you good things, don't I?"
"Yes, and spoil her rotten," Rhianna commented, drying her hands as she came in from the side room. "What have you brought this time?"
Dominic grinned, and unslung the goose he'd been carrying over his shoulder. Bricta gave a cry of half surprise, half delight. "A gift from Margareute's son, for helping her chop that wood up while he was away. Thoughtful of him."
"Oh yes, very thoughtful to decide to go on a hunting trip and leave his mother alone in the house, poor thing." She came to him and tested the goose's weight without taking it from his hand. "Well. Looks like a decent bird, at least. Does the Captain have time to pluck it for me?"
He leaned down to give her a quick kiss. "I can manage."
"I want to help too!" Bricta exclaimed.
"You're sure? Once we open it up, it'll be slimy." Dom smiled at his wife before looking down at his daughter.
She made a face. "Slimy?"
"Save me the insides, love, for stew," Rhianna said, before returning to the kitchen.
"Come on. You can talk to me while I pluck it, sweetheart, hm?" He turned to go out back.
Bricta dashed ahead of him. "I want to tell you a story!"
Dominic came out into the sunshine, smiling at the mild afternoon. It was a false summer, before the autumn took a turn for the colder, but it was warm and pleasant for now. The leaves were just starting to turn, and the world seemed to sigh contentedly. Then again, maybe it was his own contentment that he was projecting into the forest. It probably didn't matter. He sat down on a stump, goose between his knees and Bricta settled nearby. She started on a long and rambling story about a princess and a druid, very elaborate. He could hear Rhianna humming absently, through the open window. He wanted nothing more.
Fandom/original: Original, based on
totemicdruid's Rhedrah-verseRating: G
A/N:
rougen's prompt was "gibblets," hilariously enough."Papa!" The little girl almost knocked Dominic over as she careened into his legs. "You're home!"
"Apparently, yes," he laughed, reaching down with his free hand to touch her hair. "With supper, no less."
Bricta looked up and grinned. "Something good?"
"I always give you good things, don't I?"
"Yes, and spoil her rotten," Rhianna commented, drying her hands as she came in from the side room. "What have you brought this time?"
Dominic grinned, and unslung the goose he'd been carrying over his shoulder. Bricta gave a cry of half surprise, half delight. "A gift from Margareute's son, for helping her chop that wood up while he was away. Thoughtful of him."
"Oh yes, very thoughtful to decide to go on a hunting trip and leave his mother alone in the house, poor thing." She came to him and tested the goose's weight without taking it from his hand. "Well. Looks like a decent bird, at least. Does the Captain have time to pluck it for me?"
He leaned down to give her a quick kiss. "I can manage."
"I want to help too!" Bricta exclaimed.
"You're sure? Once we open it up, it'll be slimy." Dom smiled at his wife before looking down at his daughter.
She made a face. "Slimy?"
"Save me the insides, love, for stew," Rhianna said, before returning to the kitchen.
"Come on. You can talk to me while I pluck it, sweetheart, hm?" He turned to go out back.
Bricta dashed ahead of him. "I want to tell you a story!"
Dominic came out into the sunshine, smiling at the mild afternoon. It was a false summer, before the autumn took a turn for the colder, but it was warm and pleasant for now. The leaves were just starting to turn, and the world seemed to sigh contentedly. Then again, maybe it was his own contentment that he was projecting into the forest. It probably didn't matter. He sat down on a stump, goose between his knees and Bricta settled nearby. She started on a long and rambling story about a princess and a druid, very elaborate. He could hear Rhianna humming absently, through the open window. He wanted nothing more.
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