"Land near Chittor. The mountains there will give us cover... And if I have my dates correct, we will be hardly be noticed."
She thinks she has it right, it has been too long, since she had kept the days of her home, but not so long as to forget rhythms as long as her life. But she goes after a moment, her hands meeting palm to palm, bowing over them to his bow in return.
And when she is there those two hours later it is dressed how she had met him, the first time. A snatched moment in the dark. Though the armour, it's mix of old and new, heavy plate and light polymers. The helmet under one arm, long pieces of fabric draped around it. Her guards match her, where they stand at rest, waiting for whatever preparations had to be made. Quiet, at least, until Damodar following so closely behind his mother, broke to grab onto her, for all Kashi did her best to keep him back.
But all the same she picks up her son, armoured and all to hold him, fiercely and tightly. Murmuring to him as he clung with both arms around her neck, his face pressed into her her cheek, that he would be strong when he was amongst other warriors, that he must learn to be as great as the Admiral's men. That if he was with them, she could not worry. Hangs onto him, holding her son in both arms until Naismith himself arrived.
It might have been years since her son started walking, since he no longer needed his mother to attend his every little need. but there would never be a moment where it did not grieve her to let him go, as she set him back down on the floor. Her fierce boy, all his father, all his kindness. (and let him never become her, for whatever mercy God could give man.) Schooling her expression flat again, as Damodar left her to go back to his bodyguard of a nurse. Clearing her throat pointedly.
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She thinks she has it right, it has been too long, since she had kept the days of her home, but not so long as to forget rhythms as long as her life. But she goes after a moment, her hands meeting palm to palm, bowing over them to his bow in return.
And when she is there those two hours later it is dressed how she had met him, the first time. A snatched moment in the dark. Though the armour, it's mix of old and new, heavy plate and light polymers. The helmet under one arm, long pieces of fabric draped around it. Her guards match her, where they stand at rest, waiting for whatever preparations had to be made. Quiet, at least, until Damodar following so closely behind his mother, broke to grab onto her, for all Kashi did her best to keep him back.
But all the same she picks up her son, armoured and all to hold him, fiercely and tightly. Murmuring to him as he clung with both arms around her neck, his face pressed into her her cheek, that he would be strong when he was amongst other warriors, that he must learn to be as great as the Admiral's men. That if he was with them, she could not worry. Hangs onto him, holding her son in both arms until Naismith himself arrived.
It might have been years since her son started walking, since he no longer needed his mother to attend his every little need. but there would never be a moment where it did not grieve her to let him go, as she set him back down on the floor. Her fierce boy, all his father, all his kindness. (and let him never become her, for whatever mercy God could give man.) Schooling her expression flat again, as Damodar left her to go back to his bodyguard of a nurse. Clearing her throat pointedly.
"Admiral. Are we away?"