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Title: Persnickety
Author: alyse
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: G
Characters: Kahlan, Zedd
Word Count: 483
Disclaimer: Original source and characters belong to Terry Goodkind and Disney/ABC. This is a not for profit fanfiction, written for sheer love of the show.
Author's Notes: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
legendland marathon challenge, using the prompt 'Zedd - babyfood'
Summary: Kahlan really hoped that Zedd didn't mean magic. She strongly disapproved of the use of magic on her infant daughter.
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Zedd was humming to himself in the kitchen, his feet tapping away in time to the song. He looked far too cheerful for this early in the morning, or perhaps that was simply Kahlan's exhaustion speaking. She couldn't remember the last time that she'd had the energy to smile, let alone dance.
Zedd heard her - or more likely, caught the sound of Caralynn's grizzling - and turned towards her, beaming. It only took one look at her, however, before the smile faded from his face and a look of concern replaced it.
"Kahlan," he said, "you look exhausted, my dear."
She resisted the urge to snap at him, shifting Caralynn from one shoulder to the other. "Caralynn's not sleeping," she explained shortly. "She's hungry, but she doesn't seem to like anything we try her with."
Zedd's smile reappeared, far too brightly. "I have just the thing, my dear," he said, and Kahlan really hoped that he didn't mean magic. She strongly disapproved of the use of magic on her infant daughter.
On the other hand, she thought despairingly as Caralynn let out another wail, surely too old into loud to have come from the babe in Kahlan's arms, needs must.
"Come to your grandfather, my darling girl," Zedd crooned, reaching for Caralynn and gazing down at her adoringly when Kahlan handed her over with no hesitation. She might feel guilty about that later, but she found it difficult to feel guilty right then, not when the muscles in her shoulders and neck felt like stone.
"What's all this fussing, my sweet," Zedd asked, bouncing Caralynn with the ease of long practice. "You're driving your poor parents to distraction. Why don't we try some of your great-grandfather's extra special food for extra special girls? Your grandmother loved it when she was your age."
Kahlan sank into one of the chairs at the kitchen table, tuning out Zedd's prattling as her eyelids drooped. She watched tiredly as Zedd spooned up some of the concoction he'd been making and eased it into Caralynn's mouth, half expecting Caralynn to spit it out again the way that she'd spat out everything that Kahlan and Richard had tried.
Caralynn's lips smacked together, her eyes widening at whatever taste she was experiencing. But that was nothing to the way that Kahlan's eyes widened when Caralynn obediently opened her mouth for another spoonful.
Zedd's beam broadened. "There, what did I tell you?"
It took all of Kahlan's strength not to take hold of the bowl on the table and hurl it at Zedd's head. Instead, when her fingers closed around it, she pulled it towards her, peering into the contents.
"Zedd? Is this... persimmon?"
This time, Zedd's smile seemed to swallow his entire face.
"What did I tell you? Just like her grandfather."
Taking in the air of smug satisfaction that seemed to be shared by both her daughter and her grandfather-in-law, Kahlan could only agree.
Author: alyse
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: G
Characters: Kahlan, Zedd
Word Count: 483
Disclaimer: Original source and characters belong to Terry Goodkind and Disney/ABC. This is a not for profit fanfiction, written for sheer love of the show.
Author's Notes: Written for the
legendland marathon challenge, using the prompt 'Zedd - babyfood'Summary: Kahlan really hoped that Zedd didn't mean magic. She strongly disapproved of the use of magic on her infant daughter.
-o-
Zedd was humming to himself in the kitchen, his feet tapping away in time to the song. He looked far too cheerful for this early in the morning, or perhaps that was simply Kahlan's exhaustion speaking. She couldn't remember the last time that she'd had the energy to smile, let alone dance.
Zedd heard her - or more likely, caught the sound of Caralynn's grizzling - and turned towards her, beaming. It only took one look at her, however, before the smile faded from his face and a look of concern replaced it.
"Kahlan," he said, "you look exhausted, my dear."
She resisted the urge to snap at him, shifting Caralynn from one shoulder to the other. "Caralynn's not sleeping," she explained shortly. "She's hungry, but she doesn't seem to like anything we try her with."
Zedd's smile reappeared, far too brightly. "I have just the thing, my dear," he said, and Kahlan really hoped that he didn't mean magic. She strongly disapproved of the use of magic on her infant daughter.
On the other hand, she thought despairingly as Caralynn let out another wail, surely too old into loud to have come from the babe in Kahlan's arms, needs must.
"Come to your grandfather, my darling girl," Zedd crooned, reaching for Caralynn and gazing down at her adoringly when Kahlan handed her over with no hesitation. She might feel guilty about that later, but she found it difficult to feel guilty right then, not when the muscles in her shoulders and neck felt like stone.
"What's all this fussing, my sweet," Zedd asked, bouncing Caralynn with the ease of long practice. "You're driving your poor parents to distraction. Why don't we try some of your great-grandfather's extra special food for extra special girls? Your grandmother loved it when she was your age."
Kahlan sank into one of the chairs at the kitchen table, tuning out Zedd's prattling as her eyelids drooped. She watched tiredly as Zedd spooned up some of the concoction he'd been making and eased it into Caralynn's mouth, half expecting Caralynn to spit it out again the way that she'd spat out everything that Kahlan and Richard had tried.
Caralynn's lips smacked together, her eyes widening at whatever taste she was experiencing. But that was nothing to the way that Kahlan's eyes widened when Caralynn obediently opened her mouth for another spoonful.
Zedd's beam broadened. "There, what did I tell you?"
It took all of Kahlan's strength not to take hold of the bowl on the table and hurl it at Zedd's head. Instead, when her fingers closed around it, she pulled it towards her, peering into the contents.
"Zedd? Is this... persimmon?"
This time, Zedd's smile seemed to swallow his entire face.
"What did I tell you? Just like her grandfather."
Taking in the air of smug satisfaction that seemed to be shared by both her daughter and her grandfather-in-law, Kahlan could only agree.
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