Ring of Mushrooms

6

You woke up early, Lilia gently pulling you out of the covers. "Come on its time to go!"

"Five more minuets." You pushed his hands away and pulled the blanket up over your head.

You could see through the fabric slightly and you sighed. It was so warm and comfy, did you really need to get up? It was almost as nice as when your favorite stuffed toy hugged your to sleep as a kid. Your warm blanket was still stripped away and you groaned, sliding out of bed and melting to the floor.

"I'm up," you whined, "I'm up."

Little Silver was handed to you, his little blanket was embroidered with bats, flowers, and swords. Bright green threads looped around the hilt of the sewn swords, and small flower buds decorated the vines. The wind rustled the leaves, wafting the silky fresh smells of Lilia's garden north. After adjusting Silver's blanket, you pushed your hair from your eyes and flowed Lilia to a small cairadge surrounded by bats.

Lilia took charge of your things happily placing them away. His hands found your waist and he pulled you forward and placed you inside. He took his son from your hands murrmering about how he was such a easy child. Laied your head against the side of the caridge, you could feel the iorn weighted bags under your eyes. You couldn't stay awake, and you wouldn't force yourself to. So you fell back asleep and Lilia giggled to himself, drapping a blanket across you when you were out.

Lilia was left to himself. The carriage pulled itself, so he had no driver to annoy to the point of death. He found himself flipping through your writing. Diagrams, maps, notes on nearly every page. He read your stories his eyes lifting from the word woven world to the vivid painting of reality every so often. With every bump or heavy sigh, his eyes fouls snap to you and Silver. The small baby had his head resting on your chest as you slept on the seat. In all fairness, he was glad you managed to stay asleep and not have your neck bent at too harsh of an angle. He flipped lazily through the engraved stories of lemon kisses and passionate wars. He almost wanted to rip you from your slumber to demand you start telling him an ending for one, he was furious that you had set the lovely couple's house ablaze and had yet to finish writing the scene.

Lilia refrained from ripping you awake. Yet he leaned over your sleeping body. He ran his fingers over his son's head, and he pushed your hair out of your face. He smiled to himself, resting his face in his hands, sighing like a love-obsessed teen. It was something you could have laughed at. The sharp-piercing red eyes were bright magenta, with dilated pupils, a piecing color that didn't make your hairs stand on edge. He pulled the blanket up, making sure you were tucked in and warm. He pressed his hand to his heart and let out a grossly sweet sigh.

You awoke when Silver stirred and whined. You blinked and rubbed the dreams from your eyes. You ajusted your position so you could sit up without hurting the small baby who was sleeping on your chest. Lilia's eyes lit up when you finally awoke. The short hour or two long ride had drawn on and on like a knotted ball of yarn. He could feel his insides melting with boredom.

"You're finally up!" he whined wrapping himself around your hips, his cheek pressed into your side. "I was so bored you know!" you were almost sertin that he was bored but playing it up for the dramatics of it all.

You placed a hand on his head, blinking sleepily with a yawn. You rubbed the top of his head, not that you were fully aware of such a fact. "Yeah yeah," your eyes were still heavy and you looked like you hadn't slept in a few days with the way your eyes seemed to have larger dark bags underneath.

Lilia plucked his son from your grasp as you started to properly wake up. Lilia and all of his old dad tricks had decided to tie Silver to his chest with a large cloth, it was a trick he had learned a long time ago. It kept the young warm and kept them feeling safe as they slept. You had seen him do this a few times now. Once when you learned to never let him cook for you, other when he was tending to the garden, and once on a unusually dark night where the sky seemed more red than blue he had Silver tied around his back and had come home craddling an armful of wild plants. You still had yet to learn how he tied it.