We Are Only Getting Better (Elyan) Apr 12, 2013 19:04:22 GMT -5
Post by Caitrin de Archer on Apr 12, 2013 19:04:22 GMT -5
Caitrin had only ever been to Glouchedon once, and so could not call Elyan out for never having been there. She had not liked it as much as her native Mercia, though she had only been there while they had sought refuge when Morgana had taken over Camelot, and so her view of the place was probably a little tainted by that. Caitrin had not got on well with Griff's father, though that was always a given, Elaine had been just as unpleasant as well. Though Caitrin had often felt bad because Griff had been left in the middle of everything, she couldn't help the fact that his family hadn't been that welcoming to her, even though she was carrying their first two grandchildren, who, if Lucan and Camila had no children, would inherit the estate in time. She sighed and looked down at Arthur; she didn't want that level of responsibility for him. She wanted him to be comfortable, yes, but she wanted him to be happy and carefree as well; if he was a Duke, he would have none of that. "You should visit when you have the chance. It is quite different to Camelot." Caitrin had been to quite a few kingdoms in her time, though she was always bias to her homeland, though she knew that she could never return there, or at least not while her father was still alive.
Caitrin watched as Elyan positioned himself so that he could be handed Arthur. The young boy had been passed around so much since his birth, because he was the first born son and the namesake of the king, and so he had a certain prestige about him. None of that kind of politics really mattered to Caitrin of course, she just loved her son and that was the long and short of it. She wanted him to be happy, and wanted to keep him safe, so that he would know that he was always wanted, and that he was always loved; Esmae as well. As she handed Elyan Arthur, and watched him hold the baby, she couldn't help but grin. The image of such a strong, and tough solider of Camelot cooing over a young baby was an image she would not forget in a hurry. "You're fine, he's just a little sleepy." Caitrin commented, and pulled Arthur's blankets up a little before moving to check on Esmae; her daughter was still sleeping soundly. "You're a natural my Lord." She said softly, as her son looked practically content in her friends arms.