he walk Vladimir took with Nostradamus took a lot out of him but he knew how to hide his weakness well and he smiled softly at the child, not seeing the birthmark or scars at all, “Hello.” He said kindly.
"Hi I’m Clarissa!" The girl giggled standing and climbing up Nostradamus to perch on his shoulders.
"Clarissa are you supposed to play with these?" Nostradamus asked as he held up the spoons, the girl shook her head. "Alright lets go return these to Isabelle. Come Vladimir, she’s just in here." He walked into the kitchen and set the girl down, the dark haired woman at the fire. "Isabelle, someone had your spoons." He grinned the woman turned around, her stomach poked out slightly and the dress was visibly tight around her abdomen.
"Who’s this?" She asked looking at the man and then at her husband.
"Relax, this is Vladimir, a friend. He’s staying for dinner." He kissed her cheek and smiled.
"Alright… well hello… I’m Isabelle." She offered a nervous hand.