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 Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 1:11 pm
"Momma, I'm home!" Nataya said, stepping into the living room. She heard her mother's response, "We're in here!", come from the kitchen. Dropping her backpack on the floor near the door, she walked in, seeing her mother and 'uncle' sitting at the table.
"Nattie, honey, take a seat." Stasia said, smiling and waving to the chair between her and Matthias. Nataya blinked; Momma was acting a bit wierd. None the less, she sat down. "What is it, Momma?" she asked, looking at her.
Stasia took a deep breath before answering. "Well....I've been selected to take care of a child....a special little girl who needs someone to love and care for her." she said, gauging her little sugar plum's reaction. "Nataya, you're a big sister now. We've adopted a little girl from a local laboratory."
Nataya blinked, then smiled. "Really?" she asked, her tone showing her excitement. "What's her name? How old is she? What does she look like? When do I get to meet her?"
Stasia grinned; that was the reaction she'd been hoping for. "Well, her name is Azubahiel, but I think we'll call her 'Zuba for short. She's about four or five years old, and you can see what she looks like for yourself; she's in her room upstairs." She chuckled as the girl made a dash for the stairs.
"Do you think it was wise to adopt another child?" Matthias asked once the little one had left the room, his face serious. "Motherhood isn't a game, Anastasia...."
The halfling closed her eyes, smiling. "I know that, 'Thias...I never acted as if it were. And do I think it's wise? Of course I do." She opened one eye half-way, looking at the somber fae. "I can care for the child, and I already love her as if she were my own flesh and blood."
"But will that be enough?"
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Upstairs, Nataya was at the door to what had been a spare room. She grinned, opening the door. Two yellow green eyes gazed at her, the one slitted pupil becoming thinner. The little toddler backed away, a bit scared of the new person.
Nataya smiled. "Hey now, it's okay. I won't hurt you." she said softly, grinning at the little girl. "I'm Nataya, your new sister."
Wary, 'Zuba inched closer. "Na-yah?" she murmered, looking up at the tall person with big wings who was now nodding. She then saw the beads in her hair. "Want." she said, pointing.
Nataya blinked, taking a moment to figure out what her new sister wanted. "Oh, this?" she asked as she held up the end of her ponytail.
"Want."
The fairy smiled, pulling the bead off and handing it to the child. "Here!" she said, grinning and stepping back.
'Zuba looked at it a moment, inspecting it. Then, in an act of true sisterly love, threw it and hit her new sister square between the eyes, giggling mischieviously afterwards. The start of a wonderful relationship, of course.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 4:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 8:46 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 10:51 am
Saturday, 11th day of October, 2008 Who knew parenting was so hard? I thought all children were well-behaved and easy to care for like my little Nattie.....boy, was I wrong. When I adopted Azubahiel, my little baby 'Zuba, I was in for a shock. At first, she wanted everything in sight, screaming and becoming violent when she didn't get her way. I think we went through a good four boxes of band-aids during those first two weeks. She's calmed down quite a bit, though she is prone to fits every now and then. I, along with Matthias and Nataya's help, have been doing my best to teach her manners. Matthias hasn't been around much....something about an 'ominous feeling' he's been having. Eh, I say he's just being paranoid. Another little bump in the road: 'Zuba refuses to change her clothes. She insists on wearing that plain old white dress everyday! I bought clothes for her, and she's not even wearing them. I'll keep trying to coax her into other clothes, but until that happens, I'll just have to wash that dress every evening. It's tiresome, but what else can I do? To be honest, I never planned to adopt another child, and I will admit, I was a bit aprehensive about bringing 'Zuba home. But would I got back and change anything? No. I'm glad my 'Zuba has become part of the family. Matthias thinks I've got myself in over my head, but I think he's wrong. I love my children, even if they aren't biologically mine. Besides, we're a family, and families can make it through anything together. Everything will work out just fine, I'm sure.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 7:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 12:20 pm
'Zuba sat on the floor of her room, looking through a picture book she'd aquired from her sister's book shelf. She'd been trying to make the words come to her like she'd seen Nataya and Mother doing, but she was failing miserably. Angry, she slammed the book shut, picking it up as she stood. She made her way downstairs and into the living room where her mother sat on the couch, petting Circe as she watched "The Labrynth". She dropped the book on the couch next to her mother. "Broke." she said simply, looking up at her parent. "Fix it." Stasia looked at 'Zuba, blinking. "Broke? Honey, books don't 'brake'." she said, not sure what the little girl was getting at. 'Zuba sighed, tapping on the cover of the book. "No words." she explained. Stasia thought a moment before it hit her. "Oh! You mean you can't read the words? Well, we can fix that." She smiled at her before getting up to head towards the 'Games' closet, getting out a box of flashcards and a few small 'Reading for Beginners' books. ..... A few hours of practicing, explainations, and a snack break later, Stasia handed the little girl one of the books. "See if you can read the title on the book." she said, her tone encouraging. Her little angel (she was half right, atleast) seemed to be catching onto the reading concept fairly quickly. "B-r..brown B-b-ear, Brown Bear." 'Zuba said, then smiled brightly. "Words came!" she said excitedly, opening the book to continue reading the book outloud, happy that this book wasn't broke.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 3:01 pm
It would be on a Saturday that you open your mail box (if you have one) and notice there is a rather thick envelope stuffed in there. There is no postage stamp and a very vague return address. But you recognize the font and the company's name. 'Seven of Seven Inc' scrawled in majestic font across the upper left hand corner. As you open it, you may strangely find yourself drawn to the letter, there is a mass of notes inside. They read as follows:
Letter Congratulations! You have managed to succeed in raising your child. (IE: Not killing him or her or getting killed yourself. Haha we kid of course.) We would like an update from you on the following: Guardians Name: Child's Name: Sin: Virtue: Gender: Current Attitude: Likes: Dislikes: Any abnormal growths: (if any, example: Feathers molting, horns growing larger, scars ) Current hair style: Current clothing preferences: Dominant celestial trait: (The sin or virtue) Please summarize in your own words how difficult or easy it was taking care of your child. Did you manage to care for them in a kindly fashion? Or were you forced to discipline them? As well do not be alarmed if you suddenly find your child achieving a massive growth spurt in the next little while. We are finding that the children from our facility have strange growing patterns and are rather unpredictable. Although please let us know if anything unexpected occurs. Sincerely the technicians from Seven of Seven Inc. Ps. Please just leave your letter back in your mail box one you have completed it our courier will pick it up. Thank you.
You would notice the letter seems overly friendly...strange since the scientist were so ...cold before.
(Just take the from Guardians name to Dominant Celestial trait and pm it to the mule, the summarization doesn't have to be long just have fun with it.)
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 3:31 pm
It was about five in the morning, which was Stasia's usual time for waking up. She went through all the motions she usually did; get a shower, brush teeth, try and fail at taming hair with the brush. It wasn't till she got to her again that she was awake enough to notice a few things were off. For one, the hoodie she'd laid out the night before to wear today was gone, and two, she could hear noises coming from 'Zuba's room.
"Why on Earth and Gaia would that child be awake at this hour?" she muttered to herself as she got dressed. After putting her jeans on and throwing on the first top she grabbed, she headed over to her daughter's room, knocking lightly.
When the door opened, she blinked in surprise. Well, looked like her daughter had gone through a growth spurt....and stolen her hoodie. She sighed as she saw the hole cut for her daughter's ear; looked like she wasn't getting that hoodie back.
"Yes, Mother?" 'Zuba asked, tilting her head to the side as she broke the silence. Her eyes glowed slightly from the lamp inside her room as she looked up at her gaurdian, much like a cat's eyes.
"I....it's nothing, honey. I just heard some noises and came to check on you." Stasia said, smiling and shaking her head. She then hugged her daughter. "Congratulations on becoming a big girl, 'Zuba."
'Zuba blinked, hugging her mother back even if she didn't see what the big deal was. She was bigger, that was all...nothing to be congratulated over. After her mother left to fix some breakfast, she closed her door to reread "Brown Bear, Brown Bear" for the umpteenth time to celebrate what apparently was a big deal.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 3:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 3:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 3:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 5:34 pm
Diary;
I hate them. Mother adopted two twins, and I hate them. They stole Mother from me. They stole my attention. Even stole Nataya a bit. I hate them! I can't hurt them; Mother and Nataya get mad. I can't yell at them, or else I get in trouble. It's not fair! I don't know what to do!
I met my real mother. She's nice, and knows a lot of fun games. Mother doesn't like her, but I don't care; I'm mad at Mother. Charna is pretty too; looks much better than me. I wish I had pretty hair like her, and a tail. Oh, how I want a tail! They look so awesome, and they look like they could do some damage.
Mother is worried about me. She finds how I talk odd. I can talk like her and the others...but why bother with all those unnessacery words when a few syllables convey my message clearly enough? She's talking about a speech therapist....I won't go. She cannot and will not make me. If need be, I'll show them how well I talk. Why can't they understand I can talk, I just don't like to? Ugh. Adults.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 5:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 5:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 3:12 pm
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