Who: Dominique and Fleur When: Early afternoon Where: Where Dom is staying What: Meeting her eight year old Warnings/Ratings: TBD but likely low
Children. It was a possibility that was hard for Fleur to wrap her seventeen year old brain around. Certainly she wanted them but it was something she had always pictured as being a long way off. For a time when she was older, in a steady relationship and a steady job. She was seventeen and like her peers were just worried about passing her end of the year exams and what she was wearing to the summer kick off party her parents always threw.
Yet, there she was searching out her eight year old who was an endless source of curiosity and wonder. Fleur hadn't even asked her her name. In her mind she hoped it was a lot like having a sister. A sister she had spend considerable time taking care of and adoring. Children were easy it was the adults that were hard. Maybe this tiny wonder would also yield some insight into who this future husband of her's was or at least what he looked like. Would their children look more like her or them?
"Salute mon seul petit," Fleur said softly in greeting to the child before her. A child that looked so much like herself but like another she knew not. She had brought candy with her, a peace offering maybe, or just because Gabrielle always loved when she brought her a little something.