[Open] Worried Mama Lark

[stitch_witch]

WHO: Lark, Any of her CR that experienced Calibrations
WHERE: Wherever her people can be found
WHAT: Mom's hovering in worry guys
WHEN: June 11th-18th
WARNINGS: There may be motherly behaviors and lectures

A month. More or less a month (definitely less in some cases), where the people she cared about had been out of touch. Again. And when Lark had come back, she'd started to hear horrid things of people having been trapped. It was horrid.

Which is why people were going to have to deal with this now. Without announcement even. There's Lark, showing up at the door. In one hand a light scarf. In the other, a covered container with wafting hints of savory scent.

And the look on her face? It says she's not going to walk away easily. That and the dog that has gone to lay down across the doorway, tail thumping excitedly.

"How are you doing?"

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[stitch_witch]

Those that looked to harm her would find very well that Little Bear's bark was far kinder than Lark's bite. Thread magic was often a lot better at protecting someone than others could fathom.

"He's just to sweet for that. But I'm glad he could look intimidating."

[fatedsacrifice]

"He definitely does." Noctis replied with a fond look at the companion. "But ya uh..I guess..did you want to do the soup now or?"

Here he had a feeling he was lacking in hospitality. Luckily a certain someone wasn't here to lecture his ear off regarding that.

[stitch_witch]

"Now works, if you are hungry," she answered, looking for a surface to put it down on. "I don't need to eat with you, you could keep it if you wish, for another day."

And that was all that mattered, right?

[fatedsacrifice]

"Ya ya.." Noctis replied, moving the table and chairs closer to the soup. "By all means, go ahead and sit, I'll get the bowls and silverware."

And he moved away to go do those things so that Lark could relax.

But as he busied himself, he stuck his head around the corner. "You want something to drink?"

[stitch_witch]

Lark was happy to settle herself, and Little Bear was immediately curling up under the table like the good dog he was.

"Water will suffice."

[fatedsacrifice]

"Alright, I can do water."

He got two, figuring he would just have what she was having. Later he might offer tea or something but not right away.

So Noct got the two and gave Lark hers first before finishing up with bowls and silverware and all that.

[stitch_witch]

"Lovely," she said with a smile as she settled.

Truthfully she would not turn away tea, and would have asked for it if she had known it was possible.

"Alright, time for a meal."

[fatedsacrifice]

Noctis sat and he remembered his manners. "Ya, ladies first."

He wasn't sure if he should serve her, but it was just best to let her decide what to do and how much to have.

[stitch_witch]

"Now now, it is not uncommon for the elder to serve the younger," Lark said, taking the bowl and serving some of the soup into his.

[fatedsacrifice]

"Uh.."

Noctis wasn't sure that this was okay but he put his hand down when he'd raised it in an attempt to just get his own food. An awkward silence followed and he put his hand back.

"Are you sure?"

[stitch_witch]

Was she sure? She was sure acting wasn't she? Don't question it, Noctis, let her do as she would do.

"You think a woman of my age and experience wouldn't know her own mind?

[fatedsacrifice]

"Ya...ya..go on ahead." Noctis was pretty sure he was in trouble now and was of course trying so damn hard to stay out of trouble.

Yet he was is in it all the same.

[stitch_witch]

Lark smiled, pushing the filled bowl toward Noctis, before looking to her own.

"Are you doing better, from whatever took you? I have heard it was complicated."

[fatedsacrifice]

"Ya." Noctis nodded. "It's been an experience for sure." He had seen Omega and was still wondering if she was okay from her Dreamscape. It had to have taken a lot out of her.

[stitch_witch]

Well, that's a thing she must consider. Her concern for her friends.

"I hope you were not harmed in the process."

[fatedsacrifice]

The king shook his head. "No, I wasn't. I've heard rumours about other people seeing some things but all I saw was a girl here who insisted her brother was here."

But he really wasn't.

[stitch_witch]

"Little Omega?" Lark said. She knew the girl in passing, though not well.

[fatedsacrifice]

"Oh, you know Omega too? You call her little Omega?" Somehow the king was now worried that he was missing something critical or something he hadn't thought of.

[stitch_witch]

"She's a child," Lark pointed out. Why not refer to the child as 'little' Omega? She seems confused.

[fatedsacrifice]

"I guess." Noct replied, getting back to his soup. He never called anyone 'little' whatever if they were a child. "As long as she's okay with it."

[stitch_witch]

"I suppose I will ask her, next chance I get," Lark said with a smile. There was only so much she could do, but that much was definitely included.

[fatedsacrifice]

"So what are your plans after here?" Noct asked curiously after taking several spoonful's of this delicious soup. Man, too bad Iggy wasn't here to get the recipeh.

[stitch_witch]

"I have others I will cook for," she answered with a soft smile. "Other gifts to give. Other people to ensure are okay. I worry about you all, so very much."

[fatedsacrifice]

Noctis smiled. "If you worry about everyone and you have others to cook for, you're going to be busy all day and all night."

And he admired her for it.

[stitch_witch]

"I don't worry about everyone," she laughs. But yes, it's very true. They would probably need time, but she's going to try.