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 Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 5:27 pm
Once Risa had learned that the cabbage she'd been given contained an infant, she was in a rush to prepare. So there she was. In Babysrus, looking for gender neutral outfits and nusery decor. Which was rather difficult, because the people working in the shop kept giving her advice. Even when the advice was being repeated over and over again, it gave her a headache.
Either yellow or green. Yellow and green were neutral colors. Blue was for boys, pink for girls and... argh. Why did colors matter so much?
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 5:47 pm
“Yes, I’ll get blue!” Emi shouted as calmly as she could down her mobile phone, before promptly shutting the lid off. Darn that Klia, darn her, darn her! She had not only charged into her house the day before, and demanded she redecorated the tiny study for the cabbage, but now she had sent the middle aged woman out to buy a few choice items of decor for the vegetable.
Emi inhaled a deep breath to calm herself down: maybe shopping for a few bits and bobs wouldn’t be a bad thing after all. Afterall, the study currently comprised of a few baby grows, and the three teddies- but why, oh why, did shopping for children always seem so complicated?
Stepping inside the large shop, the unusual pairing of a four foot furry, complete with a trolley with a giant vegetable was almost un-missable. If anybody had paired that with the sweet scent of flowers circulating the trolley, then Emi stuck out like a sore thumb whether she liked it or not.
“Blue...” The journalist muttered to herself.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 6:49 pm
Risa nearly bumped into Emi with her shopping cart, she was so distracted. "I'm sorry!" Well, bumping into someone was always a good way to meet them, right? "It's nice to meet you..." She paused, waiting for the woman's name to be provided.
That was before she spotted the cabbage. "Oh, you have one too?" She asked pleasantly. "Do you know if yours is a girl or boy?" If the woman did, Risa would like to know how she could tell.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 7:27 pm
Emi should have known by now that carrying Edwin around was much akin to wading through a pool of stray cats with a slab of prime tuna in your hand. No matter where she went, the magnet of society drew the cabbages together. Clearly, today was not an exception to this rule.
It took a moment for Emi to react, huge blue eyes scanning the lady in front of her. Her large ears fluttered against her head, tail instinctively wrapping almost nervously around her ankle: right, gender, yes, gender. After her recent rendezvous with Delilah, the natural conclusion was that this woman was also commenting on the vegetable in front of her.
“My colleague thinks it’s going to be a boy, and a young lady I met yesterday thinks it's a girl,” Glancing from the lady, to her shopping trolley, she could only guess that the young woman in front of her knew just as much about the gender of her cabbage as Emi did. The only exception for the young journalist had been her friend, who was determined that in her drunk mad fit she’d heard the word ‘boy’ mentioned. Not that anything remembered from a drunken state was worth serious notation.
“Emi, Emiko Pallone,” She finally added, holding out one furry hand.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:16 pm
Risa nodded in understanding. So she didn't know. How... well, it wasn't exactly useful. "I'm Arisa Alfar, but call me Risa." She made a face to indicate that she disliked the name her mother had given her.
"What will you name it if it's a girl? Or a boy?" She asked, with a tilt of her head. "I only found out there was a child earlier today.." she confessed. "My friend thought it was a nice practical joke to give me one."
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 7:56 am
“Edwin, whether she turns out to be a girl, or a boy,” Emi noted, leaning forwards over the handlebars to carefully pat one of Edwin’s vast leaves before she continued.
“That sounds rather familiar, Edwin here was a Valentine’s day joke, I don't think I've ever even looked after a child before,” The journalist despaired, clearly sympathetic of Risa’s plight. She, herself, had reeled from the shock of a cabbage landing on her doorstep a few weeks ago. Ever since, she had found herself wrapped up in a world of baby grows, paint and more espresso’s than she would like to remember.
“Did your friend happen to say what gender the cabbage would be?" She quizzed.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 10:54 am
Risa frowned and shook her head. "Thali likes to cause mischeif, I don't think she wanted me to know about the child. It was only when her husband mentioned that their oldest had come from one similar that I realized.. I don't think either of them know how to tell."
Risa really didn't mind the idea of a child. She had always loved children, and ever since moving to Gaia, she had been a little lonely. "I think, if mine turns out to be a boy, I will call him Miles. If it turns out to be a girl... Well, I don't know.."
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 12:05 pm
As Risa spoke, Emi nodded her head in agreement. It was a journalist trait, one which had seeped into her everyday motions.
"Miles is a nice name," Emi commented with a smile. A wheel had turned inside the journalist's head when Edwin had arrived, and now she almost sounded motherly in tone.
"If you really liked the name, then if it was a girl, you could call her Millie, or even Miley," Folding her arms loosley over her chest, the woman paused in thought.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 3:22 pm
Risa smiled. Miles had always been one of her favorite boy names, even if it was fairly common. "I don't think I could give a girl a name like that," She said, shaking her head. "My friends would make fun. Elves, you know.. They like old fashioned, fancy names."
Names like Joshua, Vincent, Thalia. That made things difficult when it came to naming. That was the way their culture was, and though Risa was a fae, she'd been raised around it.
"I was thinking... Jamee."
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 3:50 pm
“Ah, I’m afraid I know nothing of elves,” Emi admitted. She had interviewed them once or twice, but the detailed heritage and traditions she knew none of.
"Although, Jamee has a really nice ring to it,"
They had been at the start of a row for a while now, and whilst the pair may have been comfortable, a few of the shop clerks had started to get itchy for a sale from the pair of single Mothers.
"I've not been here before, do you know where everything is?" Clasping her hands together, Emi's huge ears faltered right back against the side of her head. While her style of skirts, complete with the matching monotone blouse worked for both in, and outside of work, the older woman had aged her style dramatically over the years. She almost had no clue what to dress Edwin in!
"I'm useless when it comes to style," The journalist whispered with a sheepish smile. "We can look together if you like?"
It was a plea for help. While she had some idea of what she needed, Emi almost always needed a second opinion.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 6:18 pm
Risa shook her head. "I've never been here either." She said, before pointing out that each aisle listed what things were there on a hanging sign. One said 'clothes', another 'toys', then another 'decor'.
"Sure, I'd be glad to look with you." The fae said with a smile, she was always glad to help! "I'm fairly good with little girls clothing, not so much boys.." She remembered Thali as a child, and how picky she'd been about clothing. Risa had never really dealt with a boy before.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 6:39 pm
"I had a rough idea of dungarees," Emi spoke, directing her trolley down towards the clothing aisle.
"We wore them a lot as children, Mum used to cut holes out for our tails,"
"Just to stay gender neutral," She hastily added. To either side of the women stood racks, upon racks, upon racks of everything a young child could ever need- from t-shirts, to jeans, to frilly skirts, dresses, hats, scarves and more.
To one side: a little girl's dream of petticoats, frills and more pink than you could waggle a flamingo at, while on the other were the cowboy hats, the guns, the space men outfits, with the light sabers that were pleading to be played with. Princesses and Princes, which one was it to be today?
"Do you think you would prefer a little girl?" Smiling at the lady beside her, Emi's huge tail swished a delicate curve from side to side behind her.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 11:33 pm
Risa had never heard of dungarees, but she assumed that was because she had grown up in a different world. She hadn't gotten used to Gaia yet, after all. She picked up a sleeper or two from the rack, one in green, one in yellow. She went on to t-shirts and overalls, jeans and shoes, soon her basket was half full.
"I don't know, really." Risa confessed. "I had a part in raising one of my friends, until she was around fifteen. She was always a bit of a trouble maker. I think a boy would be nice, since I'm helping Thali with her twins." She made a face-- newborn elves, especially girls, tended to be loud and extremely demanding. Though, she supposed that could go for all babies.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 3:19 pm
Whilst the elf filled her basket quite happily, the journalist dithered, tugging at the edge of the odd pastel t-shirt before moving onto the next.
"It sounds like you'll have quite a few children on your hands," Emi commented, chuckling almost nervously to herself. Risa seemed adept at looking after children, while journalist had spent the past few weeks blindly throwing herself over the hurdles: Gambino only knew what she was going to do once Edwin arrived.
Aha! There, next to the brightly coloured t-shirts was a rack of linen, denim and corduroy dungaree's in all the colours of the rainbow. Oh, choices, choices, choices.
"Although, aren't all children trouble makers?" Not that Emi knew much of children, but she hadn't been an angel herself as a child. Like most adults, both her and her sister had a plethora of stories underneath their belt of running loops around their poor Mother.
"Do you think boys and girls would like tie-dye?" The furry enquired curiously. tA cheap pack of plain white t-shirts had caught the edge of her eye: a bargain for the price they were at.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 12:47 am
Risa shook her head. "I only babysit once in a while. Usually Thali isn't doing anything, so I don't have to worry about it. Lately, she's been so tired.. She's been sleeping until noon all week." Not that Risa blamed her friend, not in the least. With all those late-at-night unwanted visitors, and travels to the Durem Caves. Elves weren't made for that sort of thing--nor were fae, but that was another story.
"Ah--but she had an especial talent for getting into dangerous trouble." Risa explained. Though, she assumed princesses were prone to getting into that sort of thing, especially curious, stubborn ones.
She paused, and nodded. "Tie-dye's always fun."
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