Heart to Heart (Invite: Jacob)

The night is cold.

The freezing autumn wind blows harshly, its ragged howling scrapes every window. Outside, the moon shines as if it was a candle, dim, and even the stars seem to freeze. Winter is still some weeks away, but it seems the Gentle Grandfather has decided to show his presence earlier than expected. A tricky fellow, that Grandfather, and is always accompanied by a chilling air such as this one.

In this weather, staying inside a large wooden house like this one must be comfortable, its fireplace burning with a warm glow.

But for Jennyfer Cartney, the inside of her house is almost as cold as the wind outside, perhaps even colder.

Because nature can only hurt so much as the hearts of men.

She glances at the wooden clock hanging in the wall, shaped like a Loftwing’s nest. The clockhands shows her that it is near ten in the night. Very late.

Jennyfer lets out a sigh and returns her focus to the task at hand. She is standing in front of a table in her kitchen, facing the walls. On her side a stove and a still warm oven stands, and on the other side there is the sink and a place to dry the tablewares. She is tying a brown sack of some sort, filled with Jelly Gummies that she has baked in her free time this evening.

Her free time, without her husband and son.

A soft knock on her back door awakens her from her thoughts. Finishing the tie on the sack, she happily walks into the back door and opens it, finding herself facing a wooden porch. A sudden gust of wind blows from the pumpkin farm spreads beyond the porch, dispersing her long blonde hair in every direction and stinging her skin with its chilling touch. But Jennyfer holds her stance, not even wincing to the sensation.

She was, and still is, a farmer after all. She is used to a harsh life, although most people who has seen her graceful manner and well-kept beauty would have sworn otherwise.

That is, until they see her honest smile. A smile of a past life spent not in the secretive nature of men, but the loving care of mother nature.

Jennyfer gently approaches her Loftwing, sheltering himself behind the railing of the porch. As she comes nearer, he lifts head and looks deeply into her eyes. Almost as if he feels sorry for knocking, but he knew that he had to.

Jennyfer smiles a little.

“No, it is I who should be sorry, Ivy. It seems today I have forgotten how to tie this properly. But at last I could do it”

She raised the brown sack with a slight pride in her eyes, exactly like a child showing her drawing to her mother. It is indeed a rather peculiar knot, for Jennyfer had to make a knot that strong enough to hold the sack yet loose enough so that the beak of a Loftwing could easily open it. She approaches her Loftwing and starts to tie the sack around his feet.

Sure, it would seem strange for a Loftwing to carry things in such a way. But Jennyfer’s Loftwing is peculiar. He refused to wear any equipment, and since he would need to call aloud when nearing its nest, his beak would have to be freed. This Jennyfer understands well.

“Done.”

Jennyfer steps back and examine the work she has done. Her Loftwing swings his neck gently and put his feathery head next to her own. She embraces it with both of her hands.

“I am very sorry for holding you this late, Melon. It is fine. I think Jacob would come very late again tonight.”

She strokes his feathers slightly, knowing that her Loftwing enjoyed it. He can almost be heard purring.

“Mmm...I know your winglets like Jelly Gummies so please give those to them, okay? And do bring them to play here again sometime. It has been quite a long time since we see them”

Jennyfer smiles, remembering the three cute grey furballs in the shape of small Loftwings, their eyes dark and deep like some precious stone. Her Loftwing’s winglets.

Her Loftwing almost seem to be nodding as he lifts his head back up. Straightening his great figure, he slowly makes his way down the porch stairs and faces the pumpkin field affront. He spreads his great wings, ever a beautiful pattern of green and blue, and turns his head around to Jennyfer standing on the porch, waving her hand.

“Farewell, Kayln! Please be careful on your way home. And see you again tomorrow!”

With an audible cluck the Loftwing turns his head skyward, his trained eyes glistening in the dark. Night flight was never a problem with Jennyfer’s Loftwing, and is still so now. With a gust of wind he takes off and flies, a fleeting shadow beneath the dim moonlight. Jennyfer continues to wave her hand until the Loftwing is out of sight, on his merry way to meet his hen and his winglets.

On his way to meet his family.

Jennyfer’s waving hand drops, weakly, and she quietly returns inside her empty house, meeting no one of her family inside.

It has been quite common nowadays, Jennyfer thought as she closes the back door shut. But still her heart sinks whenever she has to wave her Loftwing goodbye every night, knowing that he has a loving family to return to. She once had a loving family too, and made another one. How those days seem to be like distant dreams, dancing teasingly in front of her eyes.

She puts both her cold hands on her cheek, feeling its lingering chill from the wind outside. It clears her mind. It would be no good to think about it all the time.

Jennyfer slowly walks to the stove and start flaming the fire stones within, making a fire. She puts a deep pan on the stove and starts pouring fresh milk from a container, already pasteurized between the morning it was milked and this evening. She lowers the flame and make sure the heat is just enough to impart some warmth to the milk, careful not to break the taste.

She does not know exactly why she starts doing this. She might waste another glass of milk again this night, but she still does this again nonetheless.

Somehow, Jennyfer knows that her son will come home soon.

And when he does, she would make sure that a glass of warm milk is there to welcome him home.

Tag: JACOB CARTNEY

Yawning, Jacob made his way back to his family’s house. He had spent most of the night by himself with his nose in a book or two in the secret hide out he and Jake had when they were kids. Sure the opening to get in and out was tight now since he had grown since then. But nonetheless, the young squire always made time to go there every day despite the painful memories that came along going there. Why was it him that got to keep of living? It wasn’t fair. His twin deserved to live not him. Jake would have been one to get over his brother’s death while he could not. He regretted living every day.

The young squire slowly made his way home. It was really late out, so hopefully he didn’t have to deal with getting yelled at again. Not really in the mood to be getting scolded again for staying out so late again. But in his defense this time, he had actually fallen asleep while reading. He only woke up was because of the cold weather. Otherwise he would have slept there all night.

It was probably better to sleep there. Maybe he would froze to death and he could join his twin in the afterlife. The blonde shook his head at that idea. He couldn’t just leave the people that actually he did care about him. That wouldn’t be fair. Besides he still had to keep that promise he made his twin. Dying now was out of the question!

Within a few minutes of walking back home, Jacob finally made it back. For now he just stood there staring at the door unsure what to do. What to do? Walk in the front door or climb his way up to his room? A sigh escaped him fully knowing either way he was about to get an earful. Bracing himself, the blonde haired male opened the door and stepped in as quietly as he could. Okay … no one was there.

Jacob hadn’t seen his mother in the kitchen. Otherwise he would have said something. He was just happy he was not getting yelled at again… like every other night.

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Made by a Melon!

Jennyfer is pouring the warm milk into two glasses when she hears the front door opening slowly. She can tell, for a chilling breeze can be heard whistling from that direction.

It seems that her son has come home, sneaking as always.

Jennyfer sighs sadly as she thinks about Jacob and Nathan’s relationship. They were a loving pair of father and son once, and very close. But now it seems...different. Nathan is as strict as always on rules and regulations, which Jennyfer partially supports. It was never a problem for the family before, and they could live through it. But with Jacob the way he is now and Nathan’s troubled disposition, the mutual love and respect they share is more of an exception rather than the norm.

Jennyfer’s bright eyes darken as she remembers the yelling that happened nights before. It was...terrible. Jacob had broken the rule for the fifth time in a row. And on that day also reports arrived showed his ailing grades in Academy, with personal notice from Sir Elrond that Jacob had avoided certain classes. Coming from the Skyloft’s finest, it sure was a big trouble, and Nathan could not take it anymore. The father and son had it quite rough.

And Jennyfer just sat there, torn between her loved ones.

She hears a pair of soft steps approaching the dining room behind her. It really is Jacob, she thinks, as she put the pan back on the stove, its flame already snuffed out. She truly hates the idea of her own son sneaking into her own house, but recently Jacob has been doing it quite often. And knowing the reason, Jennyfer cannot blame him for it.

But the very existence of that behavior rends Jennyfer’s heart.

She has to say something.

Th Cartney’s house is a rather big wooden house, shaped in Skyloft country style. The front of the house has a stepped porch quite similar to the one behind, and after entering the front door one would face a guest room, with a small table and chairs. Crossing it would lead to the center of the house, the dining room, with a rather large wooden table and comfy chairs. The kitchen do not have doors, and is directly connected to the dining table so that everyone sitting on the table would be able to see what is going on in the kitchen. Behind the dining hall there is a wooden stairs leading to the Jacob and...his twin’s... bedrooms, while Jennyfer and Nathan’s bedroom is located below, on the first floor.

So if Jennyfer speaks behind her now, Jacob would surely hear her.

While still putting both the steaming mug on two small plates, she addresses the invisible person across the room behind her.

“Welcome home, dear. You are back quite late”

Jennyfer picks up the plates with steaming mugs and carries them out of the kitchen, to the dining room. She smiles warmly as her eyes meet those of her son’s, the very blue color of her own in there.

Coming back home late like this, in this freezing wind, without words and without even knocking.... Jennyfer feels she needs to say something to her son. She is not very strict with rules, but she still values those rules that have been set, especially family rules. Nathan would have proceeded to discipline his son right now.

But she is not Nathan. And she is never brave enough to force her opinion, even to her own son.
In this regard, she knows that she has utterly failed as a mother.

“...Dear, you did not knock the door again today.”

A slight reprimanding tone in there, that is all she can manage.

Well didn’t seem like anyone was home or awake. That was a relief. Not really in the mood to get yelled at. It wasn’t like that method was even working. Jacob did whatever he wanted when he wanted regardless of what his parents or anyone else thought. Besides this time he didn’t come home as late as he did last time. Plus they were even lucky if he even bothered coming home. He could have easily spent the night in that childhood hideout. He might have frozen to death, but he didn’t mind that. No one would miss him if he did anyway. That’s what he believed.

Since no one seemed like they were here might as well just go back to sleep. Jacob wasn’t getting much of that lately. But no one could blame him. Nightmares of his twin’s death still haunted him after the three years that Jake had been gone. That day were he lost everything he ever wanted to protect. There was nothing left for him in Skyloft. But something told him to stay here…

How could he break his mother heart by just leaving? How could he leave without once going to his brother’s grave? And that promise the two of them made… he had to achieve that before doing anything. He shook his head, trying to erase those thoughts for now. All he wanted was to get some much needed sleep. Nothing more, nothing less.

Jacob was about to make his way up to his room when he heard his mother’s voice from the other room. He insistently jumped, letting out a quick yelp as he missed a step up the stairs and fell back down to the first floor. Ow… that really hurt… How did he not notice someone being home? Well… at least it was Mom instead of Dad. That would have made things a lot worse.

Now all he needed was an excuse to why he was out so late… but what? Sighing, he determined not to lie. He was bad at it anyhow. “I was reading… and fell asleep. Sorry.” He replied back, getting back up to his feet. “I didn’t plan on coming home late. It just happened.”

He silently wanted his mother not really knowing what to say or do next. He was expecting to get another scolding for coming home so late again, but he didn’t get one. Well… at least this was a good thing, right? Not getting yelled at was a good thing, especially since he was in such a crappy mood to begin with. “Uh… Y-yeah s-sorry…” The blonde haired male blurted out nervously. Is this all she wanted from him? Or was it something entirely different? There was only one way to figure it out now.

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Made by a Melon!

Jennyfer’s turqoise gaze rests at her son’s ruffled hair and clothes, a sprinkle of mosses on his shoulders. He has obviously been staying in a place for quite some time, perhaps even outdoor, and quite a rough one it seems. And anything could have happened in a violent night like this.....

But even so, Jacob has chosen not to lie, and spoke the truth. It is worth so much for Jennyfer. It may be that Jacob knows his mother would not punish him for anything he does, but Jennyfer pushes that thought aside. Because if there is something that Jennyfer is very proud about her son, is that he keeps a honest heart inside, no matter what exterior he displayed.

And that is why her loving smile is still hanging on her face.

“It is okay, dear. But would you mind to be more careful about it next time? You know how dangerous Skyloft is in the night. And...”

...you know I am so worried about you, my beloved son is what Jennyfer wants to say.

But she stops, biting her lower lip. Another voice suddenly flashes in her memories.

“Our son must be taught to respect their parents, and so he can respect others. You are too soft on him, Jewel. Far too soft. How can he respects you if you know you are the one who needed them instead the other way around? Must you really tell him everyday how you cannot live without him?”

I must , Jennyfer thinks. But she stops nonetheless.

For a slight moment, just a split second, there is an awkwardness in the air as Jenyfer’s last sentence hangs between them. But Jennyfer quickly regains her flow and lifts both steaming mug on plates on her hands, showing them to her son.

“...and you must feel cold. At least have this before you sleep, okay dear?” She says, putting both the mug filled with warm milk on the table before making her way to light up the fireplace.

Even if her son does not want it, Jennyfer would still sit and have a little drink, alone if needed be.

But she really hopes she can talk to her son tonight. Perhaps, this would be a rare occasion where they can talk heart to heart.

Tag: JACOB CARTNEY
Personal notes: Lloyd, I think I would be taking the thread to be slow in pace, because in my opinion the questions and answers would be very important. Please tell me if you mind.

Right out now, Jacob was having a hard time keeping himself awake. Somehow he managed to  pushed that unwanted feeling of being tired away. Now was no time to be falling asleep even if he needed it. It was obvious his mother wanted to talk to him. And let’s face it. The two of them hardly did that anymore. He was too busy doing other stuff… not stuff he was supposed to be doing, but that was beside the point. Actually, he missed talking to her.

She was the only person he had left that wanted to be around him… well family wise that is. But still he wouldn’t admit that to anyone. None of his feelings were going to show through. Not if he could help it. The blonde haired male understood that Skyloft was dangerous at night. He didn’t care. Besides, it wasn't like he was outside to begin with anyway. Well sort of. The childhood secret hideout of his twin and him technically wasn’t outside. The hideout, that Jake found when they two of them were about five or six years of age, was a little cave near the forest.

The only thing he could do when he heard his mother talk about how dangerous Skyloft was at night was let out a soft sigh. He was a squire. If anything decided to attack him he could easily kill the thing or fight it off. Nothing he couldn’t handle. “Mom, I can handle myself just fine.” He replied back. “I know how to use a sword if something were to happen.”

Jacob blinked a few time in confusion as she stopped at the word ‘and’. And what? What could she possibly be thinking of saying to him? Whatever it was, he could only hope it wasn’t anything bad. This wasn’t really helping with his crappy mood, but still there was nothing he could do about it.

The room fell silent, which made the young squire feel very uncertain what to do. Should he speak up or not say anything? After all, he wasn’t used to talking to people even if they were blood related or not. It wasn’t long until the awkward silence broke when his mother noted that he was cold and to drink something warm with her.

At first he didn’t know how to answer. His body needed the sleep more than being warm. He would warm up sooner or later anyway. But still he couldn’t say no. It was his mother. How could he? “I guess. It couldn’t hurt.” Jacob answered, taking a seat at the table letting out a small yawn in the process.

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OOC: It's fine. I actually like that idea a lot. >_< Sorry this took so long for me to get to. Things came up and I was too busy.

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Made by a Melon!

Jennyfer’s lips curve into an apologizing smile as she sees, from the corner of her eyes, her son taking his seat in front of his glass, yawning a little.

Her son is not...entirely happy with this.
 
“Do not forget to say your prayers to The Goddess first”

She bends to the fireplace beside the table, her back facing her son’s face. She picks a few firestones from their place above the edge of the fireplace and rubs them together to start a fire. It is a rather slow process, but Jennyfer has done this ever since she was little.

As she watches the fire sparks lazily from her hands and disappears, her son’s last answer echoes in her mind.

“Mom, I can handle myself just fine. I know how to use a sword if something were to happen.”

Now that Jennyfer thinks of it, what Jacob said is really true. Jacob is 17 years old now, already a young man, and as intelligent and knowing as Jennyfer could ever hope. He is also a squire of the finest academy in the world, taught by Sir Elrond himself. And he is no stranger to a sword and its techniques.

On top of that, he is Nathan Cartney’s oldest son.

“But", Jennyfer said to herself as she rubs the firestones the second time, who refuses to burn like they usually does, "for me he will always be like this little spark, weak and alone in a world strange to him.

And I will always be there to help him."

She picks a small branch and puts it below her hands, rubbing the firestones for the third and last time.

The spark catches the branch and blazes.

Sighing, she picks the burning branch and throws it among the logs. The fire spreads quickly, and soon the blazing flare warms up the entire room.

For a while, she watches the orange tongues licking wildly on all direction, feeling its boundless energy on her skin.

How fast the little spark becomes a fire.

And how fast the little boy becomes a man.

She places the firestones back and turns around, facing her son’s sleepy face. It is eleven past ten in the night.

Her eyes glint, as she sees the face of her son.

"No," she thinks, "he is still only a child.

A child of mine."

Because no matter how much Jacob has grown, and no matter how he will eventually become, for Jennyfer he will always be that blue-eyed baby who cried endlessly in her swaying arms, ignoring milk and her lullaby throughout the night. For Jennyfer, he will always be that wide-grinning toddler, proudly showing her a Skyworm he had caught while Nathan shrieked behind them. He will always be that little boy who grabbed the edges of her skirt, his eyes blurry in fear of an approaching Strong Bug. He will always be that child in pajamas who jumped and laughed as she acted out a brave but clumsy knight form the story book they were reading.

And he will always be that Jacob with a dreamy face, sleeping peacefully while Jennyfer caresses his blond hair lovingly, singing him to sleep as the full moon casts its silvery rays on their face. Three of them.

He was, is, and always will be, her beloved little son.



Jennyfer walks across the room to her own chair. Stopping beside it, she asks her son while gesturing to the kitchen.

“Dear, would you like Jelly Gummies to go with your milk? I made some for Lloyd to take home. It is still warm you know, and really delicious.”

She smiles a little. Jelly Gummies are one of her son’s favorite snack, especially when warm. Contrary to its name, it is actually rather solid, and not very sticky. The name comes from its taste and color, and can even be crispy if warmed long enough.

Her son may not need anymore, but Jennyfer would at least try. How could he think to go to sleep in this condition? With dirty clothes and frozen hands? And without something to warm him first? He can easily get sick, and there is nothing better than to sleep after a rest and a warming snack. She would even make sure that Jacob change to his pajamas first and brush his teeth, and at least wash his face.

But as usual, Jennyfer finds with a slight disappointment, she can never find the will to ask his son anything that he does not want to.

Not with their already strained relationship as of now.

Tag: JACOB CARTNEY
Notes: Um, it may seem long, but actually it happened in a rather short time, perhaps no more than 10 seconds. Minds do runs faster than words :-)

Jacob could feel himself falling asleep by each passing second. He could barely keep his eyes open. But despite all that, he still fought off his tiredness. It wouldn’t be right leaving his mother up all alone. Plus she waited for him, so it would only be right to stay up a little while just to keep her company. Silently, he watched her light the fire, causally slipping his mug of warm milk. Of course, he would have probably done it if he wasn’t so tired right at the moment. But still it felt wrong making his mother do it when he was perfectly able to. Sure he might have burned himself. That didn’t matter to him.

By the looks of it, she was having trouble doing so. If only he wasn’t so tired! He would have gone to help out. Hell he would have used his magic to start the fire if he had to. Before he knew it, the blonde haired male was drifting in and out of consciousness. His vision a giant blur. For a few seconds there he had managed to fall completely asleep.

It wasn’t until Jacob heard his mother’s voice that made him snap back awake. He didn’t get to hear her question or anything. So rather he just stared at her blankly for a moment until he figured she was asking if he wanted some type of food. She was gesturing to the kitchen after all. “No… I don’t need anything.” he replied back with a small yawn.

Strangely enough that quick nap of his actually woke him up a bit. But just by a little. The blonde had fall asleep at any given moment even if he was currently sitting down at the table. He didn’t really sure what to do. He wanted to go to bed now. But no way in hell could he leave his mother like this. So in all, he ignored his body wanting to sleep for now.

There was always tomorrow to sleep in anyhow. Nothing else to do… well there was reading, but still. Speaking of which, he needed more books. He read all the ones on Skyloft already. He needed something new... maybe it was time to go visit a bookstore on the surface then. Jacob shook his head at that thought. No way would that ever be allowed… then again no one would have to know. At least now he had something to do tomorrow.

He pushed those thoughts away for now and brought his attention back to his mother. “Um… So… Anything you want to talk about?” He asked awkwardly. This whole talking thing was something he was not used to, but despite all that he could never deny his mother no matter what.

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Made by a Melon!

Jennyfer’s smile drops. Just a little on the edges.

“Oh...all right. Let us just finish our milk then, shall we?”

She waves carelessly towards the kitchen door, making a gesture as if dismissing the Jelly Gummies as nothing important. It really would not matter much truly, since she would have easily given them to the children in the area like usual. Jennyfer is always generous to the people around her, thinking of them as a close-knit community.

But still, a mother would have felt much better if she is able to be generous to her son. Above all else.

That, however, would have to wait in uncertainties.



Jennyfer takes her own seat across her son’s, facing her own steaming mug. This is an arrangement that Jacob seems to be comfortable with lately, with everyone else facing across him. Jennyfer herself wonders whether it is to keep his distance the farthest possible or to enable him to watch their faces clearly. In any case, even guests are treated the same way, even Jennyfer and Nathan.

But with Nathan it would have been a little different. It would have to be either him or Jacob that is sitting there around the table, bringing agony to the mother sitting across either of them.

Because there could be only one, while for her they are two inseparable parts. What worse could happen then?

Jennyfer does not know. She can only pray to the ever-present Godess just like she used to do. Pouring her heart on her infinite graces and listening eagerly to her silent answers, always a source of comfort.

Just like tonight.

Clasping both of her hands in front of her chest, she brings her fingers taut around in a round shape and put her lips above them. That is how she was taught to pray, a belief shared by few in Skyloft. A belief that has caused an uproar before.

She whispers.

“Goddess, we thank you for the night
And the lovely morning light
For rest and food and loving care
And all that makes the world so fair

Help us do the things we should
To be to others kind and good
In all we do, in all we say
To grow more loving every day.”

She ends it with a kiss to her taut fingers, and brings her sight back to the table.



Presently, she finds her son’s sleepy eyes staring straight at her. As usual he has not said his prayers, courtesy of Nathan.

But in those bright blue eyes there are no disdain at all. Only the heavy fog of sleep.

“Um… So… Anything you want to talk about?”

Jennyfer’s sight grow distant for a while. Is it true that her son would listen to her talk?

It used to be so easy.

They were close. As close as a loving mother and her home-schooled children could be. True, she could never understand their world just like they could not understand hers. But she tried. She really tried. When there were no talks about swords or knight etiquettes, there were talks about nature and the bountiful harvest, and the cows and imagined patterns on their color. When stories of Loftwings equipment and formations were not talked, there were talks about Loftwings’ nests and some of their bravest adventures, followed by reenactments. And of course, other than the Loftwing’s race the Goddess Festival was talked instead.

And there were talks about career and duty, about milk and pumpkins. There were talks about the clouds and the surface world, about The Goddess and her temple and her worship. There were talks about knights and squires, about Sir Elrond and Sir Aldkin , About dreams and brave heroes and bugs and Skyworms and Jelly Gummies. And about the Stone Brigades and the Cartney’s current tallies, and about Addison Carter and Margaret Willow. It used to be so easy to talk about what they want, and stop on whatever they do not want.

And even if half of them is gone, it does not seem entirely fair for Jennyfer.



Imploring her son’s eyes, obviously longing for sleep, Jennyfer could feel a surge of words building inside her.

Yes my dear. Let us talk about your future plans, and your grades in Academy. You are almost a knight now, but I am worried about your reports. I think it was never this way before, do you not agree? Tell me, dear, is there something bothering you in the Academy? If it is,....

Yes, my dear. Actually I want to ask about your father. Mmm...have you met him lately around the Academy? He has not come back for almost three days now and he said no words. Have you seen his Loftwing on your way around? It should be near its usual....

Yes, my dear. You know that the Goddess Festival is coming near, right? Have you prepared for it? The race is very dangerous so you have to be very careful. If you remember the Beedle’s Tales there is....

Yes, my dear. You know, there are notifications that you are going to the Surface on a mission. Have you prepared for it? What I know about The Surface....

Yes, my dear. I met Addie yesterday and she seems so sad. Do you think....

Yes, my dear. Have you heard about Night Sickness? It is....

Yes, my dear. There would be a big shipment of milk and I wonder...

Yes, my dear. Do you know...

Yes, my dear....

Yes. I want to talk to you.

But not now.

As Jennyfer lips move, the words gradually lost their original meaning on the way. All that is left is Jennyfer’s most important consideration.

The well-being of her sleepy son.

A warm smile. Jennyfer can never lie outright.

“There are many, dear. But do not worry. Hurry and finish your milk and do not forget to change to your pajamas. You will get sick in that outfit, you know. The night is freezing, and late.”

Tag: JACOB CARTNEY
Notes: I am very, very sorry for the late reply. It has been a hostile week to me. Lloyd, can I ask you to tag Jennyfer in your next reply? It would be easier for me to know when to post, especially since it seems any conversation would have to wait until morning :-)
Oh, I took the prayer because it was pretty :-D    I really did not mean anything else.

For now Jacob had his mind focused on just staying up. No way he would abandon his mother to spend the rest of the night alone. After all knowing that jackass of a father he had most likely wouldn’t be coming home once again tonight. How could he just leave his mother all alone? Well he couldn’t. Not now. Not ever. Even if he didn’t act like it most of the time, he did really care about her more than anything. She was the only family he had left. Jacob did not consider his father family. Not anymore anyway. How could he? That man only cared about himself and the family line of knights. He didn’t care about his wife or the child he had left.

He pushed those thoughts away. This was no time to be getting worked about how much he disliked his father. Just bring up that subject in his mind made the blonde haired male feel a little depressed. Maybe he really did need to sleep now. No, he didn’t. There was always tomorrow to sleep, and after that go down to the surface to get more books to read. He would be skipping school to do so, but that didn’t matter to him. Being a knight of Skyloft was not something he wanted to do. Not without his twin being there beside him every step of the way.

Great. Now his mind is back on depressing thoughts. What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he let go of his brother’s death? He could still remember his brother’s screams, the blood, and all the pain. To this day he didn’t know who had saved him. Maybe it was the Goddess herself that saved him? But why him? Jake deserve to live on not him.

Sighing, Jacob once away pushed those thoughts away and brought his sleepy gaze back to his mother. In this short time of getting tracked inside his own thoughts, he managed to finish up his milk, making him feel a lot more tired than before. But nonetheless, he buried that feeling as best as he could in that short amount of time.

The blonde haired male silently listened to the words of his mother. Apparently she noticed how tired he was… not that it was hard to in the first place. But seriously? Wasn’t he a bit too old to be told those things? After all, he was technically an adult by law. Besides he knew all of that. He wasn’t an idiot. “Who said anything about me going to bed now?” He replied back. ”I’m not going to leave you to stay up on your own. It wouldn’t be right.”

Even if he did not let this side of him show very often, it was still there. It was just hidden from the world. Not many ever got to see it due to Jacob being scared to let it show. He didn’t want to get hurt again, seeing his twin get killed in front of him took a huge toll on the squire.

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Tag: @jennyfer
Notes: Sorry this took so long. I’ve been so busy with exams and family.
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