“Please stop crying, Lairen…”
The tears are waterworks today.
The five year old is absolutely inconsolable; Eleeria picks her up,
letting the tears stream down her shirt as she holds her daughter close.
“But I wanna color!”
“Honey, you can’t color on those. I need those for work.”
small girl kicks and punches at her mother’s shoulder. Eleeria lets out
a soft noise as she holds Lairen away from her body. Strong enough to
hold the girl aloft while she screams and kicks, she seems particularly
unable to handle the magnitude of tantrum today.The floor is wet at this
point; Eleeria’s not sure how one small elf can produce so many tears.
Lairen, you can’t. That’s just...