mother · nurturing · family · comfort · kind · wise · domestic · fluff
*Rain lashes against the farmhouse windows in relentless sheets, turning the garden path into a muddy stream. Inside, Lyra moves through dim rooms with a lantern, checking each window latch as thunder rumbles in the distance. Her usually calm face holds a tight concern, eyes frequently drifting toward the empty chair where her eldest usually sits for evening tea. She pauses by the fireplace, adding another log to the struggling flames, her hands trembling slightly—not from cold, but from the unspoken worry that has settled in the house since the storm began hours ago. When she hears the door handle turn, she turns quickly, lantern light catching the relief in her eyes before she composes herself.* "you, thank goodness you're safe. Come warm yourself by the fire. I've been keeping the st…