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Cosette turned her gaze from the woman to the man as he entered the room. She watched him for a moment, wary as she always was of strangers. She offered him a smile and a nod of her head in greeting before he vanished up the stairs. Her attention then turned back to the woman as her fingers light traced over her hand. Her brow furrowed lightly and her lips pressed into a thin line. She still had the ring Jonathan had given her a very long time ago. That was the closest thing to love she had ever known or experianced. He was the one that started her down this path in life.

"doubting myself, comes natural." which was true, in her station as a maid she had been little better than the dirt she cleaned, an object, not even a person. Living in such a way for so long was sure to cast doubt into a person on a daily bases.

Next to his brother, Quinn knelt peering through the bars of the crib and watched as their father came through the door. His sharp gray eyes didn't blink as Itzel walked over to the crib and ruffled Niccolo's soft hair. "There are my boys." He spoke softly but fondly as he scooped first one and then the other up into his arms. He kiss them each on their cheeks and then walked over to the rocker in the corner to hold and talk to them. After all if you speak to a child they get smarter.

"Did you behave while I was gone? I got a lot of new stories from you two but only if you were good."

Once Eloisaa Lynn felt the ring dropped into the center of her sensitive palm, strong empathic feelings were crawling underneath her skin, information by sensory has been alway the best part of her readings as it allowed her to know the customer more. Not more than minute since that particular ring had touched her palm, pictures flashed before her mental eyes. "Mm.. I see a man, someone of high importance, has authority. The love is strong, particularly one more than the other," she murmured to Cosette as she stroke the ring with a fine finger. "Jonathan Graves," she said as if she was in a daze. "Is he the man who bestow this ring upon you?" she asked politely.

Niccolo protested as his father planted a kiss on his cheek, but bat at his father's tan hand in amusement before looking up at Itzcoatl with similiar bright green eyes. "Uh-Oh?" he repeated in a high voice, then took his father's hand and started to play with them; if any of the fingers of Itzel had wiggled, Niccolo would in fact squeal in delight.

The movements were faster than Niccolo could decifer, one moment he was bouncing on his father's lap, then he was back into the wooden crib. Upon his face was a scowl, his ears were tinged pink from frustration. He started to whimper once again as he heard his brother next to him wail, only then they were both picked up, back into their father's arms where they belonged. Niccolo cooed, his elven ears twitched ever so slightly when he sneezed.

Jenna was wandering nearby when she heard Quinn wailed and Niccolo sneezing, it was when she walked into the room and blinked. "Mister," she said, beaming as she walked around picking up what toys they had and put them into a makeshift chest and then stripped the beddings for washing along with the other things she needed to do that day.

[ Eloisa Lynn's part is held until Shariea responds ^^ ]

[ Eloisa Lynn's part is held until Shariea responds ^^ ]

"Good. You Mister? I see you have the babies. I better get sheets washed for them. Soon they get fed and go to sleep," Jenna said as she bunched the dirty sheets in her arms and went over to Itzel, pinched Quinn's cheek then Niccolo. "Cuties," she murmured before she walked out of the room and down the steps, before she went outside to do the laundry.

Niccolo squealed at the sudden movements in his daddy's arms. "Uh-Oh!" he said, bouncing in his father's arms. before clinging to him for a story time. He stopped bouncing and looked up at Itzel longingly. He always loved the stories his daddy tells. Every time he comes back, there is always a fun story!!

Niccolo was entranced by the story, although only being a mere baby, he had no concept of timing and of places outside the four walls of his nursery. The story was short and sweet, but Niccolo wanted more even as his father had put him back into the crib. He started to whine and stomp his feet against the feathered mattress.

Jenna came back into the nursery for stripping down more of the room to clean. She stopped as she eyed Itzcoatl. "Hungry or Wet?" she asked politely as she toddled by, pat Niccolo on the head.

[ Eloisa Lynn's part is held until Shariea responds ^^ ]

"You little clinger," Jenna clucks in her natural furyian accent as she took Quinn from Itzcoatl and supported him while she fetched what she needed with one hand, then laid the baby on a table at athe end of the room. From that point, she wiped Quinn down until he was clean again and fetched a new cloth diaper in which she pinned. "All done," she said, tickling the boy's tummy before she looked to Itzcoatl. "I do the diapers around here," she said matter-of-fact, with pride as well. "Here you go. Clean Quinn," she said, beaming as she handed over the oldest to his father before gathering up the dirty cloth diapers and the remaining things she needed to wash that day.

Niccolo kept scowling until he was picked up once again by his father. He loved the attention from the rarely around man that proclaimed to be his father. He started bouncing up and down, then babbled really fast. He grinned toothlessly up at Itzcoatl as he stopped babbling and stared at Itzcoatl. "Paaaaaadaeeee!" he stuttered, saying his first elvish word, with good lessons from his Aunt Lindsey, another elvin woman who stayed with them from time to time.

[ Eloisa Lynn's part is held until Shariea responds ^^
Padae means Dada XD]

[ Eloisa Lynn's part is held until Shariea responds ^^
Shariea.. you have about 2 more days until Eloisa Lynn is free from the reading. We have a restriction that if in rp, a rp takes only a week *nods* ]

Niccolo gazed ever so intently at Itzcoatl, his talking of ships and waves had made him excited. Perhaps too excited, but that is to be excited. All the talk of the waves pushing the ship and his father rocking the chair is getting to the poor babe's stomach. What came next after the slight whimpering was the vomit spewing out of the babe's mouth and onto Itzcoatl's shirt. Niccolo started to whimpers at the rocking motion.

Jenna came in within the next moments, donning new sheets for the crib only to find Itzcoatl's shirt covered with baby vomit. "Ohh!" she gasped, a hand to her mouth as she bit her lower lip. "Mister?" she said nervously as she walked over to the group fast and took the babes from him, one in each crook of her arm then put them onto the floor so they can play with their toys.