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 Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 11:14 am
It was Friday, and as she had promised a little under a year ago to take care of her sister's children, Auska ushered the two towards her home.
"Auntie Auska," the first girl tipped her head to the side and offered an adoring look to the older woman, "I had a lot of fun at the park today."
Auska grinned and patted the girl's head fondly. She was Lillian, and the younger of the two. Lil was sweet and doting, nearly the opposite of her sister. Tess had the same dark hair as Lillian, but had an attitude to match the frown curling her thin lips.
"I missed my favorite show," she sighed, eyes rolling skyward. Auska bit her lip in worry - Tess always had something negative to say, no matter how hard she tried. She'd nearly given up on trying to please the girl, pooling her efforts into making sure Lillian had fun.
"I'm sure they'll show a rerun, Tess," the ever-reluctant aunt lifted a shoulder in a shrug. But Tess wasn't paying attention, already having picked the keys out of her pocket and rushing forward to unlock the door. Auska pursed her lips and decided to let the girl go. She hated conflict and really didn't want the girl to hate her any more than she did. A giggle from the smaller child drew her attention down.
Lillian held a leaf up for her inspection. "It was on your jacket sleeve! I think it likes you!" she giggled and pressed the leaf back onto Auska's sleeve, where it seemed to cling to her. Lillian grinned so widely that Auska gave in and nodded.
"Alright, but you have to promise to come over and make sure I'm taking care of it, okay?"
Lillian's grin grew (Auska wondered how that was possible, but the kid was so cute she didn't care) and she nodded enthusiastically. "Uh huh! I promise I will, Auntie!"
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Soon enough it was time for Tess and Lillian to leave, and Auska waved them off. The typical wave of lonliness hit her as she turned the lock in the door. It was always nice to have someone in her house. She was far too shy to invite people over, much less have a boyfriend or husband. As it was, taking care of her sister's children seemed the best way to fill that ache. Though she had learned to ignore it these days.
Auska shifted over to her desk and curled up in the chair, tugging out her journal as she always did when the girls had just left. Her eyes fell on the leaf, and she pursed her lips. Auska's Journal
Dear Diary~
Tess and Lillian came over today. It was Lillian's turn to decide where to go, and she chose the park. Tess was upset as usual, but I think she enjoyed it more than she let on. The girl hardly goes outdoors, and it's perfect weather to be outside. I'll just think she did enjoy it, even if she didn't.
Lillian was a doll. It's a wonder the two come from the same family. They look so similar, but act so different. If I ever have a child of my own (laughable, I know), I'd like for her to be like Lillian. Oh, I just gave my nonexistant child a gender. What if it happens to be a boy? I'd really prefer a girl, because I'd love to make clothes for her and dress her up in pretty things. Of course, that means I have to find a man.
Or maybe I can just adopt. Save myself from the social anxiety of dating.
Anyway, Lillian decided to leave her pet leaf with me. She told me rather matter-of-factly that it seemed to like me better. Children's imaginations are so wonderful. She never did give it a name, so I'll have to come up with one soon. Something Lilly would like.
Oh, but what will I do when the leaf dies? Lilly will be so heartbroken, she does get attached to these sorts of things. I think I will be rather sad, too. This leaf seems a bit different.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 10:29 am
Less than a week had passed, and Auska wasn't missing her neices as much as she usually did. Perhaps that was due to the fact she had been chatting up the leaf. Unusual, yes. Crazy, maybe. But Auska didn't see it that way.
At first she had ignored the leaf, left it to sit on her windowsill and soak in the sun. At least she had kept the towl it sat on damp so it didn't dry out. Other than that, she wasn't sure what to do with it. It was a leaf. Leaves died once seperated from the tree. Auska had been considering finding a new leaf, but it was surprisingly hard to find another green leaf during this season.
On the first day, she'd checked the leaf every few hours, making sure it was damp, making sure it got enough sun. But by the second day, she'd come to terms with the fact it was going to die. It was just a leaf. If she got invested in it, she'd feel bad when she had to throw it out.
So she'd avoided it. She hadn't even named it like she promised Lillian she would. (Auska did feel bad about that, and had browsed through a few websites for good names. But what do you name a leaf?) The leaf had gotten minimal attention in hopes that she wouldn't get attached to it. (Auska was so tenderhearted that when the stuffed lamb her sister had gotten her years ago fell apart, she cried. That was two years ago.)
It was now day five, and the leaf was still as green as ever. Auska leaned on the doorframe that lead into her office and peered at it. How odd. It was still just as green as it was the day Lillian found it. She pursed her lips and wandered over to it, stretching out a finger and placing it on the leaf.
She snatched it back when she thought she felt it curl up closer to her, like it craved her attention. Certainly this was an unprecedented action for a leaf. After a moment, she touched it again and watched as it...twitched?
"Oh my..." the words fell in a whisper and she shifted into the desk chair, pulling out the journal she always turned to. The leaf was rearranged so that she could keep her left hand on the leaf and still write. Auska's Journal Dear Diary~
Maybe all my years of lonliness have finally gotten to me, but I think the leaf Lillian found is a bit different. I'm not going to let my imagination run away with the idea, even if I do write in my free time. A living leaf...I have no idea what I would do with that idea. Maybe it could float on the wind and -
No, I'm rabbit-trailing again. I always do that, but I guess it's okay to get off subject here. You, my diary, are like a safe haven for my thoughts. So it must be safe to reveal all my thoughts. Even if they are silly and I would never say them out loud. I doubt anyone would believe me. I doubt I could even work up the courage to say it.
But I think this leaf is special. I mean, when I touched it, it curled up into my finger almost immediately. It made me feel guilty, because I've not been giving it attention. But it's not a pet - it's a leaf.
I guess leaves can be pets, in a way. If it was, I'm going to have to give it a name soon...but I can't think of anything. Well, I can, but it's things like 'Leafy' and 'Maple' and cliche things like that. I wish Lillian would have thought up a name. She's so much better at those things than I am...
Oh! I think the oven timer just went off. I promise another entry soon, Diary. I'll leave the leaf near you so you don't feel too lonely.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 2:59 pm
Shouko surveyed the house before her. More leaves had finally arrived on the wind, all at once like when she had been born, and one had arrived here. She smiled and made her way up the front walk, eying the doorbell as she placed a flowerpot on the steps.
"I wonder what'll come of you," she told it, tucking a letter into the soil before making her exit.The Letter Dear Auska,
A little birdie told me you found one of our leaves recently. We're an organization called The Eden Project, and your leaf is a very special one. If you take good care of it, it will develop into a child. I've attached a flowerpot and special soil that will help it along its way. If you have any questions, give us a call or stop by our headquarters in Barton.
Good luck!
~Shouko
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 11:15 am
That day, Auska had woken up at the same time as usual, and had gone through the same ritual as usual. Like every other day, the woman was reluctant to push the sheets back and roll out of bed. It was winter, but still the ceiling fan spun lazily overhead to circulate the air. In theory that was all it was supposed to do, but Auska thought it pushed the cold air around and made the idea of staying in bed very appealing. Her alarm was on the other side of the room for that reason. As it went off a third time, she suppressed a groan and struggled to get out of the tangled mess of sheets to hobble over to the alarm and shut it off.
She shivered before she remembered to pull on a robe and pad quietly into the kitchen. Even though she lived alone, she did everything with as little noise as possible. Smothering a yawn with a skinny hand, (she'd never bothered to worry about her diet) Auska flittered around the kitchen until she settled at the table with a bowl of sugary corn flakes. The first bite was spooned into her mouth, but something felt wrong. It took another bite to realize she had forgotten to get the morning paper. As usual. She told herself that she was going to remember one day. But she told herself that every morning.
The front door swung open with no complaints, and she nearly tripped over something on her way outside. Her foot caught something heavy, something she didn't expect to be there, and she had to clutch onto the handrail to keep from falling on her face. It took a moment until her heart quit racing, and then her eyes snapped down to the step. There was a flowerpot there. How odd, Auska had rarely decorated with living things (they always died, and Auska was sure she had some sort of green-curse) so why was there a pot there?
Upon closer inspection she noticed the note and plucked it out of the soil. She shook the dirt off the paper and then carefully opened it, letting her eyes flicker over the words in attempt to make sense of them. A leaf? Yes, she'd found a leaf. Forgetting about the morning paper, she scooped up the pot and flowed back into the house. The door was weighted, so it closed on its own; it was something she'd rigged up to help with her forgetfulness. The pot was dumped unceremoniously on the table as she swished into the office to peer at the leaf. Once she'd done so, she reread the letter.
"So you," she mumbled to the leaf, “are not just a leaf.” Auska had to pause and think about that. It sounded so absurd. A leaf turning into a child? Was this some sort of practical joke? Still clutching the letter, she moved back to the front door and peered outside again. But there was no one waiting to laugh at her, no one to tell her that this wasn’t the truth.
The door shut and she was back in her office, staring at the leaf. She needed a name for it now, especially if it was going to grow into a child. This was going to be difficult. Her lips pursed as she settled into her chair and stared at the green thing. Well, she thought, it’s more of a white-green. And indeed the leaf was a little more pale than the vibrant green cluttering the trees outside. It was winter, and some of the trees had yet to change color.
But no name came to her that day. In fact, Auska didn’t even go to the place mentioned in the letter. She wanted to, but decided against it. Her niece had found the leaf-child, so it would be Lillian’s choice what to do with it. Even so, the woman dug a little hole in the soil and patted the leaf into place as neatly as possible. If the leaf died, Lillian would be upset.
Somewhere in the house, another alarm went off. Auska stiffened and fled the room out of habit. She had to set several alarms throughout the day to remind her that yes, she worked, and yes, she had to go to work to make money. Not that she ever did anything besides sit at a desk and type, but money was money. As much as she wanted to write an entry in her journal, she had no time as she rushed out the door with a parting wave to the now-potted leaf. The journal would have to be patient and wait.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 11:29 am
Auska's Journal Dear Diary~
The girls weren't able to come over this week because my sister took them on vacation. It's winter break for them, but I don't get much time off. Just a day for Christmas, and then back to work. I don't remember the last time I had enough time off to take a vacation. Of course, that means I have tons of time stored up, but no one to use it for. Maybe if this leaf actually turns into a child, I can take time off to care for it.
Which reminds me of the reason for this entry. Even though I didn't get to see Lillian, I did call and tell her about the leaf, pot and note. She was excited as little girls often are about things like this. But I had to make her promise not to tell her mom or Tess, because they would think I was crazy and not let Lillian come see me. When I asked Lil what she wanted to name the leaf-child, she told me that I had to pick it out for myself. Apparently because I found out the leaf will grow, it's my responsibility now. When she explained it, it seemed so clear. I can't explain it so well.
So I've been pouring over the internet now, looking for names I like. It's taken me a few days, but I finally settled on one. I feel silly naming a leaf, so I wont say it outloud. I'll just write it here. So if it really doesn't grow, no one will know. But if it doesn't grow, Lillian will be so heartbroken. Maybe I shouldn't have told her...
A nervous laugh slipped from her lips at the thought. She must be going crazy, thinking things like that. No, this must all just be a dream, or some weird hallucination. Leaves didn't just grow into children. Her fingers sought out the note that she had tucked into her journal. Carefully it was unfolded and perused again. She did have questions, but going to this Eden Project headquarters would mean admitting that she believed it. And while a part of her wanted to, the other side of her brain whispered that it was illogical.
Auska shook her head and set the note back inside the journal and looped the latch back into place. Even though no one lived with her, the woman always locked it before putting it away. The book contained all her silly thoughts and dreams that no one was ever allowed to see.
After the journal was tucked away, Auska pushed out of the chair and wandered off, thinking absently that she needed to water the leaf. It occured to her a little later, as she was scooting the leaf closer to the window, that she'd forgotten to write the name she'd chosen. A tiny smile curved her lips as she bent over the leaf to whisper to it. "Goodnight, my little Finnegan."
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 3:35 pm
Finnegan's leaf has started to act strange. The formerly pure green leaf has begun developing small white spots on it. What happens when you notice this?
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 12:19 pm
In all honesty, Auska failed to notice the change for most of the day. Oh sure, she'd remembered to tip a cup of water into the pot as she’d rushed out the door to work. It had been the usual desk work: file papers, sign on the lines, stamp and fold. Her mind had been elsewhere, wondering if perhaps her sister would let the children come visit her this week. She could understand a vacation, but Auska was getting lonely. Not as lonely as she could have been though. The leaf was there, and ever since she’d found out that it would grow into a child, she’d felt a little closer to it. It would be a miracle if it did grow into one. Heck, it was a miracle that the leaf hadn’t died under her hand. Auska was horrible with plants.
Even when she came stomping home from work the spots went unnoticed. It was cold outside, and her main goal was to check the heater. It couldn’t possibly be on with the way her teeth were chattering. In fact, she had a few blankets stored away in the old attic. She rushed up there and peered around. She wasn’t much of a packrat, so she didn’t have to look long for the pile.
Only when she settled down all warm and cozy to write in her journal that she decided to check in on little Finny. It was just a cursory glance, she gave it a little smile and that was that.Auska's Journal Dear Diary~ Today was quite drab. The skies were all gray and spattered with cotton-ball clouds that spouted rain every so often. The New Year is starting out not so-
A SPOT? Not just one, but many!
The chair was pushed back as she stood and peered down into the plant. A delicate finger uncurled from the pen to poke at the leaf. It didn’t feel any different. Still felt leafy. But there were spots. Spots were bad, right? White meant that the leaf was losing color, and that meant that little Finny was dying. It was the only conclusion she could come to. Had she not watered it enough? Had she watered it too much? With a wave of her hand, she rushed off to the kitchen to get another glass of water and let a few drops fall into the soil. What she expected to happen, she didn’t know. As long as it didn’t wither up and die. Spotty leaves weren’t all that rare, right?
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 1:53 pm
The leaf wiggles violently in response to the water falling near it. Clearly it no longer desired the liquid anywhere in it's vicinity. The spots remain but didn't grow any larger though Finn's leaf itself began, not to wilt but expand as the last of the green on it faded in a rich warm brown.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 4:20 pm
At the violent wiggle, Auska nearly dropped the cup. A bit of water splashed onto her shirt, but she didn't seem to notice or do anything about it other than set the cup on the other side of the desk. By the time she refocused on the leaf, it was turning brown. A tiny yelp left her lips at the coloration.
"Oh no! Oh no no no!" she groaned and tugged at a strand of blonde hair. The leaf really was dying if it was turning brown. The only brown leaves she saw were the dead ones that littered the front lawns of her neighborhood. She flitted closer and noticed that the leaf wasn't just turning brown, but it was expanding, too. She blinked and decided that she was glad she was within walking distance of a bar. A drink would be nice to reassure herself that she wasn't hallucinating.
With a tiny swallow she leaned in to examine the growing leaf. Well, maybe she should start believing that it would turn into a child. It was growing. Pretty quickly, in fact. Auska backed up a bit, not sure what to think of the now spotty-brown growing...thing in her office. A shame her little camera was on the other side of the house.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 5:17 pm
As the brown thing that was previously a leaf continued expanding, a coating of short, soft fur spread across its surface. It began to wiggle and jerk violently from within, as if something was struggling to get out.
Finally, when it appeared that it was about to burst, a seam split neatly down the center of the ...thing... and it fell away like the sides of a neatly-flayed pelt to reveal a doe-eyed toddler.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 6:51 pm
What. The. Heck.
Auska's head spun as the leaf kept getting bigger and then sudden sprouted a patch of fur. That couldn't be right at all. Well, no. She took that back. She had seen fuzzy plants and never knew how they got that way. Maybe all of them just - no. Definately not. It was doubtful that other plants could jump and wiggle like this one was doing. Especially after it fell off the tree.
Her eyes widened and refused to move as a seam split the leaf-thing and fell apart. Auska screamed, a finger flailing around wildly in different directions, eventually calming enough to point shakily at the toddler that had been revealed. So it was true. The leaf did become a child! And she had no idea what to do with it.
The scream hadn't been shrill, nor had it been loud. Not even girly or warbly enough to scare a squirrel. It had been muted, due to the other hand smothering her mouth, and dull. Auska wasn't used to raising her voice. But the scream had been enough to startle the little toddler. Auska watched in horror as the boy's already large eyes widened further and began to well up. Her hand clamped tighter over her mouth, as if she could take the scream back. It didn't work, and the leaf-boy balled up tiny fists and started to cry, sending large tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Oh...god. Oh god!" Auska couldn't seem to think of anything else to say as she fled the room. There was a toddler in her office. And he was crying. What was she supposed to do? Her feet carried her into the attic as she started casting around for something. Anything to give her direction. She couldn't remember how she'd handled her nieces, but they were girls. All she had were things for girls. Auska continued to panic for a moment, but in the end grabbed a stuffed rabbit and raced back into the office.
The little boy was still crying, though it wasn't the usual shrieking cry of a child. If Auska had to talk about it in her later years, she'd just smile and mention that Finnegan had always been a little shy and soft-spoken in his early years. But that is the future, and for now, Auska was kneeling and trying to comfort the boy.
"Finnegan, here," she tried to coo at him, offering the once-loved bunny out to him. He blinked owlishly at her, tears still making his face sticky. A tiny hiccup made the last few tears squeeze out, right before his face broke out into a shy smile. Tiny hands reached out for the stuffed animal, and she let him take it. A sense of relief hit Auska as she rocked back on her heels and sat. She'd made him stop crying. She'd made him smile. The corners of her mouth turned upward as she watched him tug at the bunny's ears.
He was cute. And he was hers. Her little boy. Her little Finnegan.
And she had nothing to feed him!
Auska felt the need to grab some paper and start scribbling down all the things she needed to buy now that there was a toddler living with her. She also felt the need to gawk at the fact that her little Finnegan had a tail. And hooves. Those were a bit odd, yes. But even so...even with everything she had to do, Auska just sat and watched him gnaw on one of the bunny's arms. She should probably stop him - who knew what kind of germs were on the fabric? - but he looked so cute that she didn't want to.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 11:13 am
There was no usual excitement as Auska collapsed into her chair and cast around for the journal she had been neglecting. A toddler was draped precariously in her lap, and one arm was twisted around his body to keep him from slipping off. Every so often he would kick; sometimes it would hit the chair, and sometimes her elbow. But she was wearing nearly full-body protection. Elbow pads, knee pads, thick jackets and jeans - Auska had learned that those little hooves were sharp. One did not just surprise a little deer. One did not sneak up behind said little deer. And one certainly did not make loud noises around him, or drop anything, or make too many quick movements. Auska had learned quickly that all these were bad things.
And Auska was tired. Having a little one around the house was exausting. She puffed a weary breath as her fingers brushed over the familiar cover of the journal. There had been no time lately to write in it, but now that Finnegan was sleeping and Auska wasn't about to pass out...there was time.Auska's Journal Dear Diary~ These past few days have been rather hectic, what with all the shopping and running around I've had to do. Looking back to just earlier this week, I can't believe I disregarded the note. How could I not see that the leaf was special? I mean, it didn't die. Any plant that doesn't die under my hand must be special. And little Finny is special. I can understand how my sister felt when she had Tess. I just want to hold him all the time. Going to work has been hard, but I understand why I don't get maternity leave. At least I found some people to take care of Finnegan while I'm gone. And by people, I mean two of the cats that live in my back yard. Those felines have been there since I moved in, and told me quite frankly that they don't intend to leave. I leave them tuna and milk a few times a week, and I guess they're just trying to repay the free meals. Those cats can't seem to take charity very well. Their names are Toivo and Ione, and they're cute little things, with wings bigger than they are. Of course they get indignant if you point this out, but they're still cute. Toivo is a bit coppery, and Ione is colored like a panda. Toivo told me that she hates to be told that. After they offered to watch Finnegan, I was able to go pick up some things I might need. Mostly food. I have no idea what Finn will eat, but I have a variety of things to try. And if he doesn't like any of that, well...I've got houseplants. Granted, none of them look too healthy right now. I also picked up some clothes, but the boy seems to like his green shirt. But he'll soon grow out of that, and then we'll have to find him something else to wear. He's still using the stuffed rabbit, but it's only been a few days. I can't blame him, although I do wish he'd quit trying to gnaw on it. Of the other things I found, nothing was so important as the bed I found. Finn is too big to use it right now, so I just put it in the attic. I'll clean that out later and fix it up for him. I imagine he'll want his own space as soon as he can articulate the need for it. My mother always told me boys were strong-willed. But Finn is a quiet child so far. Skittish and easily startled, yes, but peaceful. Sometimes he looks at me with those big eyes and he seems old than he should be. Of course, that might be due to the fact that they're just so big, but who knows? Tess and Lillian are coming over in a few days, so maybe they'll be able to tell me.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 6:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 1:50 pm
Finnegan had crawled up into Auska's chair and now sat, hooves dangling in the air. The little deer-boy squirmed, thinking it was far too big for him. Why hadn't Mommy gotten him a chair of his own yet? He had told her just yesterday that he wanted his own journal so he could be just like her. She'd gotten him a journal all of his own, but no chair. How was he supposed to write in his book if he didn't have a desk or chair? Finn huffed and tried to scoot the chair closer to the desk, but found that he had to stand and balance rather precariously to even be able to write properly. Well, as properly as a toddler could. Biting his lip and squinting his eyes, he began to scribble in his journal with a green crayon.Finn's Journal
Hello dyaree!
It is me, Finn!
I am fine, thank you for asking. Yesturday my mommy took me to the pool. It was all water and peeple and a mean girl. She pushed me in and I almost sank but there was a nice dollfin dolpin dolphin girl who helped me out. It was really scary and I do not think I will go back to the pool. I did not like it. Mommy tol' me that she will take me on a naytur walk...whatever that is.
But I hav to go cuz mommy says lunch is ready!
I will write more, promise!
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 9:04 pm
Auska stared down at the top of her desk, noting the crayon markings of Finn's adventures on it. She sighed lightly, running a finger along the waxy trails. Her nose wrinkled as she glanced at her fingertip, noting it was green. So her baby boy had been using green, had he? Well, it made sense - green was his favorite color. A brief smile touched her lips as she rubbed out the rest of the crayon marks from the wood. It was an old desk, but she still tried to take good care of it. She wasn't going to yell at Finn for coloring on it, he was just a toddler. He would learn in time what he should and shouldn't do. As she rubbed the last of it away, she spotted his journal buried under a pile of papers and tugged it out, examining the plaid cover. It was very lumberjack-esque, but it had either been that one or a pink princess journal. She doubted Finnegan considered himself a pretty pretty princess. With a soft giggle she set the journal back under the papers, not wanting him to think she'd read it. Tucking the papers back into her best guess as to what they had been, she took her own journal out of a drawer and flipped it open, grimacing as she saw the last date she'd written in it. Far too long. But she'd been busy.
Auska's Journal Dear Diary~ Those winged cats have been a lifesaver, watching Finn when I go to work or need to run errands. Though recently they had children of their own, so Ione isn't around as much. I feel bad having Toivo watch Finn by himself, so I haven't been going out much. They brought their kittens by, and they're simply darling. Finnegan seems to enjoy being around them, and burbles happily when they're near. He's so gentle that Ione doesn't mind when he picks one up to hold, and in fact the little Clan have moved into the house with me and all sleep with Finn at night. It's really quite precious to see, and I've got a picture in my wallet of it. Anyway, Lillian came over last weekend. Tess made it into the cheerleading team and had practice, so she wasn't able to come. It made things a little easier for me, if only because Tess is so difficult. Oh, but that sounds horrible, I shouldn't write things like that, even if it is how I really feel. But Lillian is so much sweeter, and took right away to Finnegan. When I told her about him, she just smiled at me and said "I told you so," and went to go hug him. It wasn't so long ago that he was just a leaf in a pot and I was worried that he would wither away. It's been hard to adjust to having a child, but I wouldn't change anything. I'm glad that leaf turned into my darling Finn. I've started to clean out the attic, and I find it hard to part with a lot of the things I've stored up there. But I have nowhere else to put them, so I've got to get rid of them. Besides, most of it is stuff I'll never need, things I forgot about. Obviously if I don't miss them when I have them, I wont miss them if I don't have them. But it's been fun to go through a lot of my old things. I'm not even halfway done cleaning, but I'm already tired of it. One can only handle so much cleaning before it becomes tedious. Oh, I hear Finn calling me, so this entry will have to do for now.
"I dwopped bunny..." he sniffled and buried his face into her shoulder, tiny hands curling into her shirt as he clung tighter to her. His tail wiggled slightly, hooves attempting to curl under himself as he peeked down to stare at the stuffed bunny on the floor.
Auska grinned and kissed the top of his head on one of the spots before planting him on the couch and reaching down to rescue bunny from the evil clutches of the floor. She presented it to him with a small flourish, dropping the toy into his lap and wiggling it so the long ears flopped over its head. Finn giggled, reaching out and taking it to snuggle up to it again. Auska stayed where she was, getting comfortable as she rested her chin on the couch and watched him drift off to sleep, kicking slightly.
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