It had been so long since anyone had seen her let alone kbow what had happened. But Fleur was residing in Dimentliu with a home of her own away from the city of lights. Tucked away out of sight where one wouldn't expect to look. A small cottage was enough for her. She sat beside the living room window reading a book, beside her chair was a cradle and inside that cradle was an infant boy happily shaking a rattle.
Fleur looked over and gently rocked the cradle a bit with one hand. She smiled to her son and relaxed a bit in her chair.
"To think I'd be a parent...well I don't mind it. Saves me from being dragged off to places to get locks and traps, that is for sure." She softly spoke to the child. "And you, my little firecracker, are going to be so handsome when you're older. A real lady killer." She softly chuckled. "And smart too. Hopefully smart enough to avoid trouble and not get a bounty on your head like your father."
Fleur looked at her book for a moment as she thought to herself. She never did tell him or out right told anyone she was with child. She may have hinted but she never flat out said it. But she figured by now people would assume she's dead or just somewhere in the Mists lost forever. She didn't mind these thoughts and figured no one would bother to care she she happily lived her life as it was now. Tending to her child's needs and health while living away from others. Farming wasn't so bad once she got use to it and she still knew how to fire her gun and use her spells to either scare the wild life off or kill a would be bandit.
"Life sure is quiet now, huh Asher. When you get older, I'll teach you all my tricks and quirks. Maybe even some of your father's too. Seen him brew potions before so that'll be handy for you. You're just going to hate the need to harvest herbs." Fleur softly booped her son's nose and set her book down as the child laughed.
"One of these days... you'll make it out of the Mists and see the world your father and I came from...that's my greatest hope for you Asher."
Her gaze would move to the front door to her cottage for a moment, as if she was expecting someone to walk in but she knew that was a fair fetched idea. She knew in her gut to much time had passed, and with it to much had waned. Emotions and feelings of drifting away had settled in and she just knew that Asher was all she had left of what was. She never expected anything to really last nor to just kick in the door to her home and sweep her off her feet. She had set those silly ideas far out of her mind by now and just focused on her son. Though she did think of the future where her son would ask her about his father, of all the ways she could describe him and what she had felt at the time. She thought of all the scenarios that a single parent could think of. And the things she'd end up worrying about when he decided to go off on his own.
She looked to her son for a third time and watched him as he tried to teeth on his rattle. Black hair, one emerald green eye with gold flecks and the other that enticing blue with the same gold in them. Elven features were there but the son looked more human. He had her nose at lest.
"Yeah, you're gonna be a real lady killer some day, my little firecracker."