"
I love you too, and I'm so proud of you. I'm sure your father feels the same" her mother then insists Asherah stay quiet so she can focus on braiding her hair, though it's clear she is trying to hide how emotional she is at having her daughter back, and all grown up to boot.
Though visiting the tide pools was tempting, mother and daughter instead opt to spend a good chunk of quality time together.
Soon, dinner has arrived...
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Asherah is sat at one end of the table, a place that is clearly meaningful.
The rest of her family (sans Kiyana, who won't return for some days yet) sits around her, now just waiting for Nahur to return.
Asher and Mourn were super excited when she returned, and Mourn even began bawling his eyes out. Fortunately, Asherah managed to calm them down through any number of her tricks. Asher has grown at least four inches taller since Asherah last saw him, and he seems less like a tiny child, and more like a young boy. Mourn is the same as she remembers, and seems to be getting on his brother Asher's nerves more than before...
Joura is present (and to Asherah, he seems a little sloshed), but mostly satisfied to just sit and watch with a smile as Asherah gets harassed by their two younger brothers. Obviously, the two of them have no reason to miss each other as Joura has been with Asherah for most of these last several months. Joura also greets his mother, who frowns when she smells alcohol on his breath, batting at him annoyedly to which he just shrugs and smiled bashfully. Clearly, he was out having fun as soon as he got back.
Oh- That reminds Asherah, she actually kept that clay jar Mourn had given her before she left. She had opened it once out of curiosity, but grimaced when she saw it contained that strange purple liquid the adults were all drinking when the Yellow F-
**CLANG** A bell goes off in Asherah's head. She realizes the nature of the liquid... alcohol! Had... had she really been so young when she left, that she hadn't even known what alcohol was? She obviously learned about that on her trip...
Wow. That really put things into perspective. What a strange, powerful feeling... Though perhaps it doesn't touch Asherah, or maybe it does.
Regardless of her thoughts on the matter, it is only a short time before Nahur enters. He pauses only for a moment as he looks at you, and you see a smile tug at the corner of his lips, but first he takes off his shoes, puts them away, washes his hands, and then comes to sit down.
Joura and your mother both roll their eyes at his actions, clearly lovingly exasperated at how he always performs such little rituals, without fail. He is definitely a discplined man, and some would say he is too much of one.
Finally, Nahur sits down opposite of you, and his eyes meet yours. The table is set.
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| | Mother | | |
Father | XXXXX | XXXXX | XXXXX | [[YOU]] |
| Joura | Asher | Mourn | |
In the end, Nahur is unable to keep a big, happy smile off his face, though you can sense some nervousness behind his eyes. Clearly, he's either unable to school his expression from you at the moment, or he's letting himself be free for just a moment.
His voice speaks up, it sounds the same as you remember it. "
My dearest Asherah, tell me of your travels."
You are home.
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