“Hey, mum? One of these cookies came out broken…can I have?”
Zujenia looked over her shoulder past her thick wavy white hair half pulled back in a small bun. Her daughter stood poised and hoovering over a rack of cookies she had pulled out of the gaser several minutes ago. A chuff escaped the adult half-Ryn and she gave the zeltron-Ryn hybrid, ryntron if you would, a smile and a flick of her short sandy tail in emphasis, “Go ahead, Shay.”
“Thanks, mum!” The girl grabbed up the bits of cookie and left the kitchen.
“–uh, Shay–” Zujenia sighed and turned back to the gaser top, accepting quickly the loss of her helper. She set about finishing up dinner, which was more finger foods and snacks with dip for the kids in case they did not want to sit in their excitement later. Satisfied with the food, the woman shut down the appliance and wiped her hands on a cloth napkin. She turned and checked on a bread bowl she made, lifting the fabric draped over it to see the marbles gold and brown crust.
“Looks good. Okay, think that’s it. I should go wake up the boys and get them ready.”
With one last look at the kitchen, she pulled two wine glasses down and set them aside on the counter before turning and leaving the room into the rest of the Bleu home. The Ryn household, home of Zujenia and Kordath Bleu(who was away to visit some friends), and their four children laid outside of Estle City along the western coast yet more inland, nestled beside one of the smaller communities in the jungle. It was a fair size. Both of their service to Arcona had earned them a fair amount of wealth, enough to fund the low income apartments and the safe house network Zujenia runs, and Kord’s writing. But most importantly, it’s built then this home. And save worrying about a rampant goddess coming close to threatening their lives, their soft retirement from the clan save being advisors, had been good. .
. But…it did not leave much room for socializing and meeting with adult friends. Having the kids also limited how much they can enjoy the odd time out with others. Apparently the secret was to meet other parents. Zujenia has enjoyed the few times she’s met with Elly, the kids all got along and she seemed trustworthy so she was comfortable extending the invite.
The triplets rose with their usual personal style. Natholae was whiny and it took juggling him clinging to her leg and keeping Barsali from snapping on the more outgoing, rambunctious Kipp. Zujenia got them dressed in outfits that seemed some what a like but differed but colors. She herself had swapped the sweat pants for trousers but stayed with her tank top and cardigan combo.with the boys dresses and awake. Once done dressing toddlers, Zujenia herded them to the living/play room before informing Shay'lra that company would be arriving soon.