It turns out when you get reincarnated as an infant the entire situation just sucks. Thankfully I only regained my memories when I was half a year old. The bad thing was… well, I awoke them when I was breastfeeding on my rather pretty mother. It was mortifying and yet oddly comforting to be in that position in her hands and mouth to her bust. Hopefully, it doesn’t develop into something more than a healthy interest when the second round of puberty comes knocking.
Her face is of an above-average appearance with dark brown hair framing it. It is a bit messy at the moment and she had a tired expression at the moment. Her breast that I am latched onto is what I estimate to be a high c cup. Fair skin and rose tones are what make up the color of her skin. Her rosy lips were slightly parted and her grey eyes had a sleepy sheen to them.
“You done?”
She brings me away to the benefit of the observation of my mother. Her button-up tunic was opened revealing her bare chest and stomach. It was of a pastel yellowed cloth worn down in some places, revealing that it is far older than myself.
I decided to try and speak some gibberish and feign a sleepy expression in the lantern light. She smiles lightly at the expression, albeit in a slightly annoyed manner.
“Fine be that way.”
She sets me down onto the bed lightly, though it is nowhere near as comfortable as his past life’s bed. I then take the chance to look at what I presume is my room. A paneling of warm wood is what covers the walls contrasting to the lighter wood flooring. My sleeping spot appears to be a covered wooden ledge with what seems to be an eastern futon. A wooden desk off to the left of me with the door to the right corner. A lantern is placed on the desk, bathing the room with a warm glow.
“Now, don’t go waking up the entire building with your crying this time.”
She waves her finger at me with a mock-serious expression before breaking out into a smile. Quite an infectious one as I feel myself shifting into a matching expression as I feel genuinely sleepy. The last thing that fills my sight is my mother’s face.
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Ony to be woken up the noisy downstairs. The room is dark and I can only hear the sound of my mother breathing.
“Mom, wake up!”
A cheerful voice advent the opening of the door. It was quickly slammed open… but mom did not even stir. Seems like she sleeps like a log a majority of the time.
“And she is not awake what so ever”
I pull my attention to the child standing in the doorway that lights the room. Her long blond hair stood out from the dark wood of the room. Brown eyes stare from her face filled with childish charm. It would seem that she is 5 years old from what I estimate. She wears a loose-fitting sundress, hanging from her exposed shoulders. It was of a brown color that matches the shade of her brown boots.
“Oh, your awake!”
She smiled with quite a lot of enthusiasm as she runs up to the ledge bed. Quick and light thumps signal her footsteps with a side of a short gait. I blink a few times as she struggles to get up onto the bed.
She then picks me up from the loose grip of mom with a surprising amount of gentleness in her arms. That strength of this 5-year-old is surprising, to say the least. Even adults have trouble making sure not to miss handle or drop a child of my age and size. She quickly gets down onto the ground before running off with me. We quickly race out of the darkroom and hallway.
Down the stairs and through the door reveals the rest of the building to me. A desk appears to block my view first, another dark wood is the main material of the counter. A series of shelves to the right of the staircase door was filled with barrels. A few boxes are within the desk shelves as well. All of them were locked with a cryptic circle embossed on the top and front-facing side. She quickly talkes me awy from behind the counter and into the room that we are situated in.
“Hey, another round here!”
“One breakfast set over here.”
“Well, I’ll see you later.”
“Rember to not die in the labyrinth.”
The entire place was quite rowdy, to the point where I could have probably heard it in my room. Men and women of all types were inside the large room. Lanterns hung from the roof and tables with chairs filled the place. Next to the counter, there were also a few stools with several colorful occupants situated. People came down the hallway to the left and as people left for the outside world through the right door.
“Oi if it ain’t the tavern son and little lass.”
A boisterous voice rang out through the hall causing a few of the patrons to look at myself and the sister carrying me in her arms. I feel my sister pout behind me as I search for the person who pointed us out.
A bulky woman smiles with a toothy grin as she looks at us. Scars align on her arms though none are on a surprisingly feminine face. Auburn hair and green eyes along with high cheekbones make up her head’s features. Her body is clad in a metallic armor casting a glowing sheen from the lantern light. She looked to be about a b-cup with a hight of about 6 feet. No weapons adorned her, though she probably didn’t need one to deck someone in the face.