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"You two go ahead and tell the others. Your Papaw and I have to talk." She waited until they had raced aroudn the corner and she couldn't hear their feet. "Steven. Why did you come here?" When he knew she had forbidden it.
"I know... I know Erich doesn't want to see me now."
"The play room is this way. I would advise you to watch you're step once in there, and watch out, because they will nearly knock you over."
"I thought he was dead." The man's stubbornness persisted, but he soon cured it, closing his eyes for a moment and mentally reprimanding himself. “And I will.” He needed to speak with him, but not now. Not in the shape that Erich was in. Despite his age, Steven still maintained several skills from his days in the LW, and observation was one of them. “And I will be most careful to.”
He followed her, and almost entered before pausing, looking at her for a moment. “… thank you.”
As they entered, the children did indeed come running, running into their Papaw at full speed. Four little boys, all yelling "Papaw!" All at once and clamoring for this new relatives attention.
And Erich was happily ignorant, enjoying the time he spent with his daughters, and making the ball that much more legitimate with an officer attending.
They were adorable, and she well knew it. Slowly, the realized she had come home and cries of Mommy began.
He had only recently grown taller than it, proving to be quite the beansprout.
Barrett had to be with his men today, and so the boy's mother decided to take him along as she went to go meet the little girl who bore her name - her friend's daughter. The Azrik woman rang the door's electric bell, hoping that she wasn't coming by at a poor time. She knew how interruptions could frustrate her and her Barrett.
She offered to pick up the boy, who happily made his way into his mother's embrace, much to her delight. Holding Lawrence close to her, she waited, lightly gliding her hand across his back.
"Don't put your foot on your sister's head, sweetie. And no, Aunt Liese came with her son Lawrence. Can you two promise to play nice?" The boys had NOT been behaving so weren't allowed to play with the younger boy today.
"... and how are you, miss Liese? Miss Winnie?" The former Redwing inquired with a smile, looking to both of them with a smile, part of her still wanting a daughter of her own. Perhaps Barrett could provide. "You two have gotten so big since I last saw you." Lawrence turned, curious, seeing the girls with their mother and looking at them curiously, waving shyly to the older girls.
"Hi aunt Alke."
Liese beamed and reached for her aunt. "Aunt Liese! Daddy got us new dolls, and one of them was you!" And she had been absolutely thrilled with it. "It's the best one. He gave Winnie a Sieglinde doll, but it's not as cool."
Winnie hugged the archduchess waist happily. "It's true, too. But that' okay cause I have a landwachter-Liese plush and she doesn't."
Alke smiled. "Trade you?"
"Did he, sweetie?" Asked the Azrik as she moved to set Lawrence down, being caught soon by Winnie as she did. "Well. I hope that you find Kampf to go with her." The Archduchess soon moved to take the little Liese in her arms, bouncing her slightly as she did, smiling to her.
"Oh, do you Winnie?" She smiled down to the other girl and patted her cheek, lightly, "I'd very much like to see her." Indeed she would.
"They're delightful, Alke." Liese spoke, happiness in her face to be with such happy girls.
Lawrence hugged his aunt in kind, happy to be in a place with other children more his age. The twins at home were getting older, and didn't always want to play with him.
Winnie beamed. "I can go get them!" the little girl ran off and returned in minutes, with the two dolls. Liese meanwhile chose to play with the pretty medals on her aunt's chest.
"Aunt Liese, how come you have so many more than Mommy has?"
Alke rolled her eyes. The children were obsessed with medals, and insisted that she, Erich, an Stahl all explain each medal they had all the time.
Liese smiled as Winnie saw to fetching their toys, returning with the rather striking representations of her and her sister. "Are these them, Winnie? My..." She happily looked to the girls' toys when her namesake did ask her of her decorations. Liese shot a smile and a glance to Alke as she responded, "Well, dearie. I'm just older than your mommy. I've had more time to get them."
Much more time.
"Medals aren't everything, little one." Spoke her aunt, drawing her gaze up with a lithe finger under the girl's nose. "This," She said, pointing to her shoulder-board. "Matters just as much."
Winnie beamed happily. "They're nice, Aunt Liese. But they aren't like you." They were largely spared time with Empress Sieglinde. The family only ever appeared when requested for some PR event, and Alke understood perfectly well why.
Alke smiled. "I think you will. You've grown a lot already. You may even end up bigger than the twins, you know."
They looked well enough, but perhaps the children were onto something the designers weren't.
"Even if they're older than me?" Asked the young Belkan, curious. People who were older were always bigger. It was a rule. "You're just being nice, aunt Alke."
Winnie thought it over. "Cause they made you in a dress." She finally answered. "And they didn't get your face right. Your lips don't do that." She pointed to the expression on the face. "And, you got more medals on you than the doll does. And you are better, cause you're real."
A Kampf doll would be nice. Maybe if she asked Daddy.
Liese shrugged and smiled at her aunt. "You missed our gala! Daddy came and had it with us. But the boys got to meet Papaw. We didn't. Maybe next time. But the emperor keeps Papaw really busy you know. He's a hauptsturmfuhrer, I think."
"Well." Spoke the archduchess, who moved to sit down with the little Liese still in her arms, beckoning for Winnie to follow, "Believe it or not, sometimes I do wear dresses." Though the occasion was rare, and only when her sister made her. "... I suppose I am real, aren't I?" She chuckled at that, opening an arm for the girl to come and hug her in.
"Oh my, a gala? With some of my favorite girls?" She playfully frowned, looking to either one, "And I never received an invitation? At least there was an officer there to keep you safe." One would think she wasn't loved. "I'll just have to come to the next one though, won't I?"
"Oh! Okay Aunt Liese. You can come to the next one. We'll call you up on the phone and everything." And they would too. It would rove most itnerestign using the phone. They never had before, but it couldn't be too hard. There was a contacts book in it and if Liese knew her own name then she knew her aunt's.
They might want to do it more often, then.
"I would be delighted, Liese." Their aunt said with a smile, kissing both of them on the forehead. "... Alke, who did you steal these sweet little children from?" She looked to the both of the girls for a moment, the woman still harboring her desire for a daughter of her own. "They're wonderful."
"Personally, I'd love to have a single son half as well behaved as your Lawrence. He's a darling boy."
"I worry that I'm not doing him right, at times. Work is just... demanding."
And then he saw the man sitting inside, glancing to the door himself at the new arrivals.
Oh God.
Kampf glanced to the door, seeing Kerli return with a curious eye, having wondered for some time where she had been. "Kerli?" He asked, curious, rising to meet her and walking towards the door. "Where were you?" He asked, a spare glance to the rigidly saluting marine by the door coming with some curiosity.
His voice, however, bore more concern than it did irritation.
Kampf would take care of her. "I look you. You gone, I looked and was lost." She sighed. "He...not lost me." She motioned to the marine, pleased to hve had such a kind guide. She didn't have the words, not quite.
But she could convey what she could. The marine, Stahl, had been nice, an had taken her back to her quarters, and to the safety that was Josef. That was kidn of him, and made her want to give him some sort fo trinket, if she could. She just didn't have anythign she owned, specifically.
Indeed, everythign that was hers, except for the clothes she had arrived in, where given to her by Josef, which meant that in reality, they were his. "Missed you, Josef."