Arcana Parent Scenarios

When you accidentally hurt yourself

Wahoo! You have leveled up! Now you're a toddler!

Asra

You were upstairs while your father was downstairs running the shop. You weren't supposed to go down, but you missed your dad. He had been working all day and hadn't even remembered to leave Faust to come to check on you as often as he used to. You didn't know that he thought it was because you were getting older and didn't need him to check in as much. You frowned and stood up by the couch having made your decision. You were going to walk downstairs and see him. You walked to the doorway and stood at the top of the steps. You heard your father talking to  Faust and felt your decision cement in your small brain. You set your foot on the first step and- you slipped. Your foot just slipped off the step and took you with it. You hit the steps on the way down and spilled onto the shop floor in front of your father. 

"(Y/n)! Are you alright?" You didn't hurt. Oh, wait, yeah. It hurt. You scrunched up your face and began to cry. "Oh, little magician, come here. What were you thinking?" He set you on the counter and grabbed the first aid kit. You had scraped your knee and shin pretty bad falling and would have a couple of bruises on your arms. 

"Missed daddy." You sniffed it out. Asra sighed and looked at you. "Sorry, daddy." 

"(Y/n), don't be sorry. Come here." Once you were patched up he scooped you up and sat you in his lap so you were looking at him. "I'm sorry I didn't check in sooner, but you are getting bigger, and I thought you could handle fewer check-ins." Faust had come to settle around your shoulders putting her head on top of yours. 

Baby be safe! 

Asra laughed.

"Yes Faust, the baby will be safer. 

Portia

You were in the garden with your mother while she tended to the vegetable and herb garden. You were walking, well toddling, around and saw a flower. It was a lovely shade, and you wanted to give it to your mother.

You toddled over to the flower and picked it, not noticing the bee that had been resting in its center. You didn't know any better and swatted the bee out before turning to go back to Portia. And you were almost there when you felt a sharp pain scream through the back of your head. You yelled and started to cry as you run to your mother, not letting go of the flower.

"(Y/n)! What happened monkey?" She looked you over frantically and when she noticed you pointing to the back of your head she spun you around to find a bee stuck and dead. "Oh, ребенок, hold still." She quickly pulled the bee and its stinger out and took you inside. She sat you at the table while Pepi came and tried her best to calm you down. She just got cat hair stuck to your face, but she was trying.

"Monkey, you need to be careful around bees. They only hurt you if you hurt them first." You sniffed as she applied some salve Julien had made for disinfecting small cuts and scrapes.

"Sorry, Mom." You handed her the flower, and she stared at it. It was the same color as your father's eyes, but you would have no way of knowing that. You looked almost nothing like them.

"Thank you (y/n), it's very pretty. Now, will you help me get ready for dinner?" You nodded and wiped your face one last time eager to help.

"Alright, so I'm going to help you cut the potatoes..."

Julian

Your father was not the most organized. Not only were books, shoes, toys, and other common clutter sprawled around the house but there were also medical tools he brought home from work and was too tired to put away.  You had woken up early and crawled out of the big bed your father slept in. You had come in when early in the morning and found Julian sleeping, deciding you wanted to be cuddled. You couldn't help but notice the light reflecting off a jar on the table and you wanted to touch it. So, you pulled on the pile of papers it sat on.