06-20-2023, 12:24 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-20-2023, 12:25 AM by Quentin North.)
Quentin's life had certainly taken an unexpected turn in his middling years there was no denying that. He supposed that it wasn't unusual for a lord of his age to take a younger wife, though Claire was older than the norm for that sort of thing. For him, romance and marriage had been concerns for others. He had been happy living his life as a bachelor and adventurer and the sudden shift to family man was one he was still somewhat struggling with. The fact Claire was willing to travel with him did balm that somewhat, though they'd had to delay such plans while she was pregnant but now that their son was getting older he was already in the process of planning another voyage.
A son, that was still a strange thing to realize he had. Maxwell Arjun Lerato North, named after Quentin's grandfather and two good friends he'd made while exploring India and Africa respectively, was a spritely and curious young man that had inherited his mother's hair. The boy was a delight, at least when he wasn't fussing, and Quentin had found quite a bit of joy in the act of playing and caring for the babe. He'd also found joy in spending time with his wife, and his family enough of a balm to his soul to help alleviate the lack of travel and having to deal with his cousins who were all upset now that they were no longer going to be able to pick over the family estate if he died 'tragically' while adventuring. They'd become far more annoying in the last few months, complaining that marrying an American heiress was hardly suitable for the Lord of Edenhall and him repeatedly reminding them that their opinions held no weight on his decisions did nothing to help.
When Claire found Quentin, he was in his study. He had a map of the African continent that had recently been updated. The source of the Nile river had finally been found, much to his annoyance since he'd wanted to do so, but at the very least he planned on heading in and seeing it for himself. Preparations already underway for them to head out that way in the next few months. He didn't look up when she entered, his focus on what he was doing as he made small marks on the map and checked a report about the successful journey. The idiots had nearly died of disease which was what they got for not bringing along repellent for the bugs.
A son, that was still a strange thing to realize he had. Maxwell Arjun Lerato North, named after Quentin's grandfather and two good friends he'd made while exploring India and Africa respectively, was a spritely and curious young man that had inherited his mother's hair. The boy was a delight, at least when he wasn't fussing, and Quentin had found quite a bit of joy in the act of playing and caring for the babe. He'd also found joy in spending time with his wife, and his family enough of a balm to his soul to help alleviate the lack of travel and having to deal with his cousins who were all upset now that they were no longer going to be able to pick over the family estate if he died 'tragically' while adventuring. They'd become far more annoying in the last few months, complaining that marrying an American heiress was hardly suitable for the Lord of Edenhall and him repeatedly reminding them that their opinions held no weight on his decisions did nothing to help.
When Claire found Quentin, he was in his study. He had a map of the African continent that had recently been updated. The source of the Nile river had finally been found, much to his annoyance since he'd wanted to do so, but at the very least he planned on heading in and seeing it for himself. Preparations already underway for them to head out that way in the next few months. He didn't look up when she entered, his focus on what he was doing as he made small marks on the map and checked a report about the successful journey. The idiots had nearly died of disease which was what they got for not bringing along repellent for the bugs.
