Little Lost Lordling

From FiranMUX

Anarinuell: Palace District -- Civic-Center Square -- The Forum

Zaruell is sitting on a park bench, idly chatting with Menelia.

Hanna walks into the square surrounded by kids. A Toddler, Infant, and a sulk boy.... oh may. She moves in an erratic path towards the baths, a stream of gentle reprimands and answers rolling from her mouth. "No Lord Tyrontino, I cannot carry you. I'm carrying Lord Talion. Lord Marsalos, please don't touch that." Thankfully, the infant is a quiet one.

Khalida sanders into the Forum, smiling shyly and heading for a bench.

Hanna sees Zaruell but has far greater distractions. "LordTyrontinodon'tyoudareeatthat! Put it down. No no, it came from the ground. It's dirty. Thank you. Lord Marsalos, that does not mean you can take one from the booth."

Hanna says "Lord Marsalos, come here. No. Come here. Here. Here." She continues to point before her as the young boy just looks at her. "Lord Marsalos, I sure I can have a chair placed in the atrium for you...thank you. Now please, towards the baths."

Khalida smiles shyly and rises to bob a curtsy to Hanna. "Hello Mes Hanna." she peeps. "You look as though you have your hands full. Hello Lord Marsalos."

Hanna looks up. "Huh? Oh hello Mes Khalida. Good Day." She smiles and reaches out with her free hand to tug Lord Tyrontino away from a wood maker selling toys. The baby in her arms gums on the end of one of her braids industriously. It's always the quiet ones.

Khalida says "Are you heading for the baths, Mes Hanna? Would you like me to come and assist?""

You say "Oh I would enjoy the company." She grins. "If you can just keep them headed in the same dir... Lord Marsalos!? Lord Marsalos!?" Hanna spin around in place, looking around the crowd. She doesn't panic...much...yet. "Oh Soli help me...where's he gone...""

Khalida nods and smiles shyly. "I'll do my best, Mes Hanna." she peeps sincerely. "Oh... " She gazes about, blinking. Has anyone seen a lost Lordling?

Lord Marsalos is currently peering at chicks in a basket at a far booth. He reaches down to 'pet' one. Which involves bapping the poor thing gently on the head. The basket erupts in peeps as little yellow bodies collide trying to get away from The Hand.

Okay, now Hanna panics. "Lord Marsalos!? Please, anyone? A little boy. He's 5." she asks some random merchant who just shrugs.

You say "He's in burgundy...Please, anyone? Oh dear..."

Khalida wanders about helpfully, looking left and right.

Khalida says "Um, Lord Marsalos? M'lord? Has anybody seen a ten year old noble boy about here?""

The little lordling has decided it's more fun to try and catch the chicks, then pet them. He's busy harassing domesticated poultry and doesn't hear his nanny.

Hanna begins looks under booths, behind counter, on tents (you can never tell with kids). "Lord Marsalos! Lord Marsalos! Please come here now! Nanny Hanna is getting upset!"

Khalida wanders right past the Lordling, but she's looking the other way. Oh dear.

Lord Marsalos is busy playing with chickies at a booth as Khalida walks right past him. He apparently doesn't hear his nanny.

Hanna asks another person. "Please, he's in burgundy...about hip high. Brown high...Have you...Oh No? Thank you. Have you seen..."

Menelia glances about as she hears all the shouting. She hmms "Seems like someone is missing from those shouts." Her eyes sparkle as she sees a little child, playing with chickens, petting them "Oh that looks like fun!"

Khalida peeks under a leatherworker's stall. "Oh, those are your legs, Mer?"

Hanna stops moving. She shouts to Khalida. "Have you found him?!" Stupid question of course. If Khalida had found him, she would have said so. But hey, Hanna's panicking here.

Khalida looks up. "Um, no. Do you think we should call the Guards? He might have been kidnapped?"

Zaruell follows Menelia's glance, and he furrows his brow at the toddler. "Someone missing? Wonder if it could be this little Mer..." he mutters, rising up from the bench to locate the people shouting. "Over here! I might've found that kid," he calls.

Hanna pales. "Kidnapped? Oh sweet Eesha, I hope not. Lord Marsalos! Please, has anyone seen a little boy in burgundy?!"

Khalida blinks at Zaruell. "Have you found a child, Mer Zaruell?"

Menelia hmms and shrugs her shoulders at Zaruell "maybe I don't know." She wonders over to where the boy is at "That looks like fun, do they have names?"

Hanna hears the shout. "A little boy?! He's in burgundy?" She heads towards whomever's called out. (Wait till she finds out who.)

The little lord looks up at Menelia, a bit daunted by strangers. He shrugs. "Dunno, not mine..."

Menelia hmms and squats down a little "Want it to be? I was going to buy a present for myself but... well it looks like this one is happier with you. I could give you my present if you wanted?"

Zaruell looks around, still not succeeding in locating the source of the shouting. "Yeah," he calls. "He's in burgundy!"

Holding Lord Tyrontino firmly by the hand, Hanna heads towards the shout. "Oh! That's him! Please...is he all right? Lord Marsalos!"

Khalida smiles shyly and wanders over to Zaruell. "Oh, you found him. Good work, Mer."

Lord Marsalos looks up at his name. He realizes several things in rapid succession. One, Nanny is looking for him. Two, nanny only looks for people who are lost. Therefore, he is lost. This is bad. He begins to sniffle and cry. "Naaaaaanny!"

Menelia blinks looking at the child "Umm so you don't want the chicken. I wasn't going to take it from you really..." She murmurs rather confused at what to do " I was going to give it to you really you didn't have to worry about anything."

Zaruell smiles to Khalida, giving a nod. "Yes, thank you Mes," he says quickly, before turning to Hanna. "Mes... He's alright I believe," he says, still smiling. He pales a bit as the child cries, and hmms. "Or... maybe not." He hurries towards the child to kneel down beside him. "It's alright," he says in a soothing voice.

Khalida blinks at Marsalos, then at her hands. She's good like that during an emotional crisis.

Hanna appears in the toddlers view and moves towards him quickly. Relief and anger have a turf war over her face. She decides on relief for now. Then she sees who's kneeling by him. And he's crying. The conclusion is jumped to. "Get away from him! What did you do to him! Lord Marsalos, come to me, quickly!"

Menelia looks a bit panicked She rises and quickly talks " I did not do I thing I just asked to buy him the chicken he was playing with he looked like he was having so much fun" Yes her words are stated quickly with out any time for pausing between then.

Lord Marsalos is of course a helpful source of information. If you can decipher words from the wails and sniffling as he runs to Hanna and grasps at her palla. Helpful child, isn't he?

Khalida just blinks stupidly and looks from one to the other, confused. She utters the immortal phrase: "Huh?"

Zaruell stands up quickly, frowning as he eyes Hanna. "Mes Hanna," he says, "I'm sorry... I tried to calm him." He shakes his head, muttering, "I should've known this would happen..."

Hanna frowns and survey's the scene and decides. "It's all right." She says to Menelia. "Thank you." She forces herself to say with equal good grace to Zaruell. "Thank you Mer Zaruell." She tries to comfort Lord Marsalos, petting his hair as he makes sure to rub tears and snot on her palla while he has a good cry for the heck of it."

Khalida bobs a curtsy to Menelia and Zaruell, smiling shyly and blinking rather blankly.

Menelia nods her head, looking a bit scared. She backs away from the woman and child with a mental no... no gift giving of chickens to children.

Menelia backs out a little more, bumping into a table. She shrieks and turns about apologizing, making her way out of the forum repeating the processes many times.

Hanna sighs to Khalida. "Still up to the bath? I could use a bath. And then a nap. A nice long nap." She looks down at the little lord and says gently. "Never run from Nanny, Lord Marsalos. You could have been hurt and nanny wouldn't have been able to find you." She spares him a peck on the top of the head to sooth him.