Lanister had been working hard to provide for his new family since his children's conception 4 years ago... He'd been staying late to pull in some extra hours (and therefore pay), actually quite surprised what kind of people show up at his bar near the end of the day. Unlike in the morning where everyone their either wants to be drunk, have a good time, or both, the people that come and sit on his stools as the sun went down were much less... hospitable to say the least and empty their flagons, they did not. All they did was cradle their ale, refusing to make conversation, or even EYE contact, with anyone outside the mental barrier they threw up... He missed the day shift already... Nevertheless! Today was not one of those days! In fact, he was actually taken off his shift early by Boss personally, as she was hoping to do some renovations behind the counter, to change up the stock and such... Of course, Lanister didn't need to be told twice. It was mid afternoon and he couldn't wait to get home to his two beautiful little kids, and his one, sweet wife, Nevayah.
Emia and Izayah were messing around outside their house, playing their little games of tag or just running together to explore the lands. Emia always thought of her brother as the coolest person there was. He was so confident, so strong... She couldn't help but be the one following him around everywhere he went. As she looked up at him, standing atop a hill, surveying the land, the little girl smiled softly, just enjoying the fact that he was so happy. Even at only 4 years old, little Emia didn't have many selfish desires... Just seeing her brother run around and smile like he was... That was good enough for her... Still, that didn't stop her from running back home when mommy called her, knowing it was time for food... Once the two got home, Emia was immediately smacked with the smell cinnamon and the sweet juices of apples, cooking nicely by the fireplace. Emia's mouth was already watering as she stared at the pot with wide eyes... Apples....... Nevayah informed them both that they would need to wait for daddy to come home and Emia pouted just a bit, sitting over near the fireplace, her sanguine eyes flicking between the pot, to the door, to the pot again as she subtly listened to the dispute between her brother and her mother. She flinched just a bit as Izayah accused their mother of lying, that daddy was not home "soon" yet, that she had lied putting that idea in their heads.
"Daddy's coming home..." Emia said to her brother, smiling softly at him. "He's almost here..." And just as she said that, the door to the house swung open again, and in walked Lanister, a large smile on his face.
"DADDY!" Emia squealed as her father walked in, jumping up from her spot and running to him before he even had a chance to greet them. Laughing, Lanister scooped up the little girl in his arms, holding her to his chest as he tickled her sides viciously. She giggled and laughed so hard, one might have thought snot was about to dribble out of her nose. Still, Lanister ceased his assault on her sides and hugged her gently before pulling away just enough to see his little girl's sanguine eyes, ones that reflected his in many ways.
"Hey there, Emia..." He murmured, kissing her forehead before setting her back down. "You're getting so big! I might not be able to pick you up soon!" He winked at her knowingly before turning his gaze over to the other two parts of his family, noticing the obvious dark cloud hovering over Izayah's head. "Izayah! Its good to see you!" He declared, walking over and crouching down so that he was just about at eye-level with the little boy. He placed a hand on his son's head, ruffling his hair just a bit and giving him a warm smile before spontaneously pulling him into a hug, holding him softly for a moment before letting him go, should he desire. Finally, he would turn to his wife, working on her tonics, no doubt to fill out some of the requests she still had to work out.
"And hello to you, my sweet..." He whispered, his head resting softly on her shoulder from behind. If she allowed it, Lanister would kiss her softly, lovingly, before Emia tugged on his pant-leg, obviously trying to get his attention.
"Mommy's making apples and cimanon!" Emia declared, quite confident she had gotten the word right. Lanister snickered to himself, the adorable confidence of his daughter was just.... just great...
"Is that true, honey...? Are we having Apples and... ciminon?"