dryhtenhold.
“And what use is a surprise if someone tells you about it beforehand?” Her chuckle was so astoundingly warm, voice dripping with love as though it bubbled up uncontrollably from her chest. Her granddaughter was beloved indeed and yet… Eleanor had to quietly fight the part of her that was afraid to love her. Little lives were so fragile, as she had cruelly learned. “Come, let me give you a hug to truly see how big you’ve grown!”
she wastes no time, of course. temporarily having forgotten that she is a refined lady, isobel all but leaps at her grandmother, throwing her arms about her best she can. judging from the smile upon her lips, her day has been made. eventually, she pulls back to ask, ‘ how long will you be here? has uncle fergus come too? ’








