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 Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 11:23 am
 A different kind of flowerIt wasn't often the Prince had the luxury of a day off. Eradication of the gnome forces beyond the borders of the city had meant a sense of quiet and security. It also meant there was less need for hired fighters, the end result being that it was now past noon and the boy had only just gotten out of bed. Blurry azure eyes scanned the kitchen as he emerged from the quiet sanctum of his bedroom and made his way into the living world. The first thought on his mind was his lover bustling around the kitchen making pancakes. However, coherent reasoning swiftly dampened that thought. Penterino had told him last night he would be going out this morning, so there was no happy fawn boy to chirrup 'Good Morning~!' today. An indistinguishable utterance fell from him as he cursed his luck for having missed him.
The second thing that came to mind was a great deal more tangible and had been watching her father from the hallway. "Good morning, Papa!" the sweet, feminine tones rang clearly through the morning air. Turning his attentions to the one from which they had come, a smile played warmly upon his features as he beheld his adopted daughter. The small cow child beamed up at the man with depthless brown pools that shone with genuine enthusiasm as the dappled sunlight played across them. Eilender moved to her and scooped her up in his arms, bestowing a gentle kiss to her forehead as he held her close. "Good mowning, sweetheart. How long have you been up?" The child nestled in close against his chest and made herself quite at home. "I been up since Daddy left. We made muffins! But that was a long time ago..."
Realizing that had probably been early, Eilender carried the girl to the table and set her down on a chair. He moved to the refrigerator and peered in, grabbing this and that for sustenance. "What sounds good, honey?" The boy continued working towards lunch as, "Salad?" came as the reply. Within a few minutes of tearing some lettuce and throwing in other things, the child had lunch and was munching away happily.
As this would keep her preoccupied for the moment, Eilender moved from the kitchen to go check the mail which had most likely come already. Most of it seemed to be the usual junk. A coupon for skittles, a movie flyer, and some sort of celebrity advertisement. Junk. However, there seemed to be an envelope mixed into the usual mix, and curious, he brought it inside to see what this was about. It was marked 'Seven of Seven' and came in a very plain, practical sort of envelope that did not betray the contents. Upon opening it though, azure eyes widened. Apparently, fate had entrusted him with yet another child!
"No." Was the first thing he uttered as he held it at arms length and pleaded with it. "No no no no no. We can't feed another child!" Having forgotten he was not alone, the man jumped a bit as a high pitched squeal broke forth from the toddler. "Anodah child?! Does this mean I'mma have a sistew?! Or a bwothew?!" The man nodded before shaking his head. "No, Belle, we really can't...I mean...we could...but work has been slow...and what if...I don't know what to do about this."
The wembling was cut short as the little girl slid down from her chair and ran over to grab his hand, pulling a bit. "You take a baff and go get my bwotha or sistew, silly." "I do?" To which the girl nodded and pulled a little more, releasing him only to cross her arms a little and look up at him. "If we don't go get them, they might be sad! An` hungry! They might even cry! You don't want that, do you, Papa? Cause that would be so sad..." A sniffle broke loose and the little cow covered her eyes, fluffy ears falling into a sad sort of state. Eilender had never seen her cry before, so it was understandable he was greatly upset by the idea and moved to make it better. "Shhh! Shhhhh, don't cry, please don't cry, sweetheart. I'll go get in the shower and then go get them. We'll make it work...somehow." Peeking betwixt her fingers, the sniffling quieted. "You pwomise?" "I promise." The girl perked up considerably after that and smiled as, true to his word, she watched her father go to get ready.
It was about an hour before the boy was ready and set out. The facility was local enough, so he simply walked there by means of the included directions. Soon enough he made his way inside and stood before the receptionist.
As he had brought the letter to verify his claim of being chosen to care for a child there was no problem and a technician was summoned with the appointed child. Rather than the child being led out, it seemed she was being carried.
At first glance, Eilender was fearful she had been harmed. The small figure lay perfectly still in the technician's arms. By no means was she what he had expected and struck the man silent as he observed her. The first thing he noticed was her skin tone. The girl was distinctly a soft sort of pistachio color, flesh giving off a dull shine as the light reflected off of her. The tail was the next thing, the long slender appendage was curled up against her figure. Unusual as it was, it seemed to get stranger at the end, for large feather-like protrusions seemed to have fanned out in a starburst, their vibrant tones matching the long bangs that framed a peaceful face. The color ended there, for beyond the bangs did soft silken waves of brown flow down to the small of her back before tapering. From within those tresses did another oddity appear in the two horns that elf like ears and protruded from her, a trait associated with demons although she was oddly calm for a child that looked so much like one.
What in the White Stag's name was she? "And she's?" the boy began at the technician as the child was carefully transferred to his arms. The tech shrugged, his job done. "Sloth Patience. Lucky you." Well...that was friendly. Eilender narrowed his eyes at the man before carrying the sleeping child from the building.
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The girl slept the entire way home. The girl slept as she was laid down on her father's bed. The girl slept until Eilender was on the verge of calling a hospital to see what he was supposed to do - and then she woke. For the first time in hours the girl's eyes opened to the sight of the ceiling. The calm cream expanse was comforting, although the deep blue eyes sought more. Where was she? How had she gotten here? These questions were not vocalized, but sought silently as she languidly pushed herself up to find her guardian sitting on the end of the bed, watching her rise as he set down the phone.
"Thank the Stag you're awake!" The man spoke, his voice hinting at past distress and dawning relief. A smile played upon his pallid visage, eyes matching her own observing her from beyond blond tresses scattered before his gaze. The girl absently reached up to touch her own bangs as she noted the similarity and found herself smiling to mirror him. This caused an even greater sense of relief to him as he moved closer and gently lay a hand on her head, rubbing softly. "Are you alright? Do you feel ok?"
The man found this only caused the contented, sleepy look to turn to confusion. A different approach was taken. "What's your name?"
Not speaking for a while, she wondered at it. Did she have a name? Had she ever had one? She didn't remember having a name before now - so probably not. Not that it was a problem, she was sure. Shaking her head she waited for him to speak again. It came as another question, a nervous sort of question. "Oh...well...would you like me to name you?"
The small girl inclined her head a bit, closing her eyes as though about to fall asleep before she nodded and opened those eyes to gaze up at him.
Eilender reached for his nightstand and fished out a book of flowers he'd bought for Belle. The vibrant pictures and descriptions often served as inspiration for him and did not fail to deliver. Midway through the book was a flower called the sleeping grass, the touch-me-not, "Mimosa?"
Slow as the child was to respond, the name caused her to smile wide, reaching out a hand to brush his. "Mimosa...I like that name."
That decided, Eilender scooped her up into a hug and stroked her hair a bit. Like a doll, Mimosa simply allowed herself to be cuddled before yawning wide and nestling into her father's chest. The child only spoke once more that night. "When's bedtime..?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 10:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:20 am
"M...I...M, again...O...S..A...That spells your name, Mimosa!" Eilender smiled wide down at his daughter. For once, the sloth child was fully awake and actually making some sort of effort besides breathing. The small girl watched carefully as he formed the letters, making out the word she recognized. The color was also serving to hold her attention, as it matched the silky material of her nightgown.
Continuing, Eilender began writing all of the letters in different colors until a rainbow of 26 letters was spelled out. "Alright, let's write them underneath the big letters, ok? First A, pink, B, red, C, orange, D, yellow, E, green, F, blue, G, purple, H, brown, I, gray, J, black.." Going through each letter and color until the end he then handed over the markers to his daughter and recited them a second time as she wrote.
It seemed the girl liked color. A genuinely interested smile played upon her features as she shakily wrote for the first time, swapping colors constantly to change the looks of the letters until they were their own strange pattern.
Once they were all there, Eilender nodded in approval. "Good girl. We'll work on your penmanship later." A curious look from azure eyes prompted him to continue. "Penmanship is how neatly you write things." An inclination of her head prompted him even more, "You do it so people can read it easier..." Even further inclination caused the man to quirk a brow, wondering just how far her head could go, and how many silent questions he was supposed to guess at and answer.
Changing the subject a soft, anxious chuckle emanated from him as he picked up the paper they'd used to write on and admired it. "Why don't we go put this on the fridge, with Belle's? I'm sure she'll be proud of you."
This offer evidently hit upon a certain habit he'd noticed in Mimosa. Wherever her older sister went, the younger child would follow wordlessly, agreeing with whatever she said. It seemed she strove for approval from the other female and often times, thankfully, found it in the supportive child. If Mimosa had wanted a mother figure, she had found one, and actually hastened her gracefully languid movements to get to the kitchen and post her work. She stopped at the door and turned to wait for him, questioning without ever uttering a word, "Are you coming?"
Eilender rose to follow her and soon enough posted the letters right next to Belle's. Mimosa seemed happy, her lengthy tail tracing the floor back and forth before lacing around her father's leg in an indirect show of affection. She had learned much today, in her opinion.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 1:56 pm
So there you are!
Dear Diary,
How has life been treating you underneath the couch cushions? I know that literature has the power to influence dreams but I never considered it would make a good pillow to a little girl. I'm glad I finally managed to find you, for I've been feeling rather guilty for not having put pen to you. I'll try not to take up too much of your time, as I can see Mimosa beginning to stir.
Penterino and I have been well. Work has picked up again, so our expenses have been noticeably less. With this free money we've been able to do a great deal more for our girls and each other. At the moment, one of those things is Penterino's new hat, which he seems to have taken a playful liking to. As for our children, another trip was made to outfit our daughters, making sure Mimosa has enough comfortable pajamas and active clothes for when she is awake.
Speaking of which, it seems that she has been awake more often. There are still great lengths of time where she is asleep which can make bonding with her a little difficult at time. However, despite my concerns she always seems to be content when among the rest of us. I have found that Mimosa has a fondness for doodling random things. I believe it is because she can put it down and continue at will without it going on without her. I've invested in a larger set of markers for her and Belle to share and bond over.
In other news, Belle has been well. She and Mimosa have been getting along well as usual. Our little girls couldn't be closer if we glued them together but I still feel the need to prompt them to interact with one another as well as other children. In the latter case, I'm afraid I've been less diligent. I shall see about introducing them to more children soon and hopefully rouse more of their interest in what lies beyond the garden in the back yard.
Until then, I shall return you to your duties as a pillow. Take care.
- Eilender
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 2:18 pm
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 5:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 10:51 am
The swirling mists of an errant dream drifted languidly past the girl as she slowly trekked the interior corridors of her own perception. She had traveled these halls many times before and knew them well enough to know that something had changed. It was as though some great beast had taken breath and exhaled it into her mind, the very force of it gently billowing out to expand everything as it made to accommodate the new wind. The walls towered high above her into the endless torrents of the mist, and life had taken seed to allow lush, green foliage to nestle itself within the crevices. Creatures of her own imagining roamed free and wild, unrestricted by the boundaries as they soared effortlessly away, leaving the girl quite alone in the vast expanse of her dreamscape. Cerulean blue eyes watched the creatures vanish from her, before observing she’d wandered farther than before to come upon an crossroad that she knew had not been there before. One road seemed to double back the way she’d come, encased in the same familiarity of the pearlescent hued stone, while the other branched off into the beginning of an unfamiliar world.
The only thing that stirred for the longest time was the breeze as she stood there, allowing that playful specter to play with the errant strands of her tresses as she contemplated where she would now go. Everything behind her was as it always had been up until the threshold of this place, and going back that way had lost its luster, the novelty of that simple labyrinth she’d unraveled the mystery thereof. The virgin land before her was a thing of great beauty to the girl as she beheld it and then knew there was never a path that had taken her back, and the only way now was forward and beyond that untamed world of her own consciousness. Taking that first step over the brink of the well worn path caused it to shatter, the residual of simply the knowledge that she had once been to such a place that was now cast far, far away. This was not the only thing that had changed, for she herself was a new entity in itself, while retaining those key elements that made her who she was. The wind now danced through lengthened tresses, and horns upon her brow had broken free of their confines in that silky mane to become prominent. The cerulean eyes now fell shaded beyond view although seeing more than they ever had in their concealment. A serene sort of smile played upon her visage as she turned to face the new world, feeling more confident in her new skin as she began anew the painstakingly slow journey into her dreams. It would be some time before she got anywhere, but the intricate details of every blossom and blade were astoundingly clear to her as the child of patient laze resolutely moved on.
However, as open as the wide world was, she could not help but to feel confined. The hazy light of waking had dawned over the world and her eyes fluttered open to find the dream had halted to allow her clarity upon realizing her surroundings. The familiar sight of the distant, creamy ceiling greeting her as she gazed beyond her bangs, noting she was home once more although she knew she’d scarcely even moved. As she pushed herself up from the slate blue fabric of the couch she was shocked to find the restrictive feeling had followed her into the conscious world and she strained a bit against the silky fabric that had once been so forgiving to her movement. The nightgown caught and tangled as she tried to move, only allowing her minimal range as the girl slid from the couch to find it a shorter trip for her feet to touch the floor. With such revelation, it would be in any child’s right to call out in anxious exhilaration to their parent, but no noise was emanated as she moved quietly through the house to locate her guardians.
Her search was rewarded as she found her parents in the nearby kitchen. The men turned to their child and smiled fondly. Eilender slid from his seat at the table and moved to kneel before her, gently stroking back Mimosa’s tresses as a soft chuckle fell from his lips. “My goodness,” he said after a moment, “How you’ve grown…”
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:20 pm
Welcoming Sasha Belle had not sat down since both parents had left the house that morning. Despite her tender years, intuition had sparked. Somehow, something whispered and beckoned the small cow child into a blaze of activity in the small home as the thought repeated itself again and again. There was going to be another child in the house. She didn’t know how she knew it, but just by the looks her parents had given one another at breakfast she’d caught on that they would not be returning empty handed from wherever it was that had summoned them - much akin to when Mimosa had arrived in her life. This was an endless source of pleasure for her as she arranged, rearranged, and then arranged her room to accommodate one more.
Mimosa, on the other hand, had no idea what was going on. Silently she queried many things, casting anxious glances and raised brows at her older sibling, unsure whether or not she liked all this commotion and fuss. It was not within Belle’s nature to deny her though, so as the hardy cow girl pushed their beds across the floor she spoke aloud to ease the demon child. “We gots to make lots of room, Mimosa! Dere’s no telling what Papa and Daddy are bwinging home! What if dey bring home more dan one?” This notion caused her to pause, a worried look playing upon her visage before dematerializing into a submissive smile to it. “Well, den we’ll just make more woom is all! Isn’t dis exciting, Mimosa?” No response came, besides a small shrug as the child of Sloth sunk back softly into her bed and closed her eyes. Eventually the cow girl would tire herself out and it would be quiet again, though it really didn’t bother her either way, as long as her older sister was pleased about the matter. For a while she didn’t stir, until at last the sound of moving furniture receded and the depthless blue optics opened again to the world. Belle was seated next to her, and gently pulled Mimosa from the sheets into a sitting position. “Come on, wet’s wait for dem togethew!”
It seemed that would not be a problematic state to maintain though, for true to her intuitive nature, the front door soon opened to Eilender and his lover carrying a small child. Upon leaving the facility, the small child had woken. Her wide blue eyes sought out her surroundings frantically before realizing that she was being held by her new father. Warming to such a notion as having parents, she had clung to him the entire way home until the point that the normally cuddly prince had to pry the siren child from him in order to introduce her to the two eagerly awaiting females that had been anxiously awaiting their new sister’s arrival.
The two girls had been waiting for them and sat in the living room. As soon as the wide brown eyes set upon the lithe siren child, a broad smiled played upon the bovine’s sweet features and she rushed forward to greet her. “Welcome home sistew! My name is Belle, and dis,” She motioned back to the green skinned child on the couch, who now watched intently, “Dis is Mimosa, she’s your sistew to!”
Eilender smiled and gently stroked back his daughter’s tresses, scratching the fluffy cow ears as he made to set the Siren down. However, the girl was not so enthusiastic as he proclaimed sibling and clung doggedly to him, whimpering softly. “Papa, I do not vant to go down dere!” The prince only shook his head though and pulled her away, setting her just a bit aways from Belle. “Now now, dear one, it’s alright. Belle would never hurt a fly, and I’m sure you’ll find something in common.” “Dat’s wite!” Belle chimed in, approaching the girl and offering out her arms wide for a hug. “I’d nevew hurt you or Mimosa! We’we sistews!”
The gesture was not foreign to the siren, and she appeared torn as she considered accepting it. The great wings fluttered to full expanse as she contemplated, the downy surface twitching like a sparrow’s flight as she very cautiously wandered closer. Only once she was within a decent range did the girl suddenly bunch up, every muscle coiled like a spring before she pounced on the cow, arms tightly wrapped around her soft figure as she fiercely embraced her. “V-ve are sisters…ja? Dis is no lie?” The air was driven from the older girl’s lungs for a moment at the unexpected pounce, but with a gasp to replenish the life giving oxygen supply, she nestled into the pleading girl and nodded. “We’we sistwews. All of us.”
“. . .All of us. . .” the words drifted softly, airily from the couch. Belle directed the new girl’s attentions over, turning to look at Mimosa. It was not in the sloth child’s nature to move much. Rather than get up, she only leaned forward, blinking owlishly at the siren before deciding that if Belle accepted her, than she must be worth the minimal energy that she would allow to be invested into caring for her. A smile dawned over her features, and the orange strands fell away from her gaze as she inclined her head, watching the girl. “. . .Sister.” She murmured again, reassuring her as she noted that the toddler was trembling slightly from the fear she’d harbored until now.
This quieted them all, leaving silence before Eilender chimed in, recovering himself from watching the affectionate tidings. “We still have yet to find you a name. They never gave you one, did they?” The siren girl shook her head, peering up at her guardian. “Nyet, zey did not think I vould be needing one yet.” This caused the comfortable figure, to which she still clung, to shift beneath her as Belle stood indignant with the matter. “Well dat’s not wight! We have to do somet`in about it.” “. . .Something about it. . .” The trio looked at each other for a while, exchanging ideas before finally Mimosa thought of a suitable name. “. . .Sasha. . .?” The soft tones rolled easily off the tongue, and it pleased the girl at the sound. “Sasha,” the siren repeated, “I vill take dis name. I am Sasha, ja?” Eilender chuckled softly, gently stroking back her bangs as he nodded. “Ja.” Happy with that, the girl quietly cuddled into Belle, and found peace in her new home.
(( Yes I'm aware it mostly involves her sisters, but Mimosa is a part, so I figured I'd put it here. xd ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 2:32 am
Welcoming Caruso
They huddled up close in the dimness of Mimosa’s room, the ruddy glow of a paper lantern. Comfortable cushions scattered around the room made it a comfortable nook, and being as the afternoon had warn on, Belle found herself surrounded by her sisters, buried in a world of penned ink and magic as she read aloud to them. “An` then, Santa’s elves loaded up his sleigh full of presents. They knew those precious, hand-made gifts would soon find their way beneath every tree, an` all the hard work they had so lovingly put into those gifts would bring joy to all the children of the world. Santa smiled warmly at his workers, proud of all they had done, especially the smallest elf of them all-” The girl’s voice was cut off as the sound of the door opening woke her two younger siblings from their fantasy. “Papa, he ees home!” “. . . .Papa. . .” Without hesitation, Sasha darted from the room to meet her father. Belle set down her story and helped her sleepy sibling out of her cushions, guiding her slowly to see what their father had spent so long out in doing.
Caruso was just as shocked to see the girls as they were to see him. The little elf’s eyes widened in awe and terror at the sight of three girls waiting for him, one a squealing shark-dragon-thing, another a demon, and yet another a COW?! What kind of place was this? The small bells on his hat jingled loudly as he cuddled into his father, narrowing his eyes at the girls. The effort was a futile one, for Eilender wasn’t going to have it and set down the boy, gently nudging him forward. “Caruso, these are your sisters. Girls, this is Caruso, he’s going to be living with us now, so please be nice.”
Nice, it seemed, was subjective. The first thing that Sasha did upon the boy being within her grasp was grab hold of his hat, biting down softly on one of the large bells and smiling impishly at him. “Ees good meeting you, I am Sasha. I am to be loving thees hat!” The siren child found a gentle hand pulling her back, causing her to relent upon her ceaseless nibbling. It was the cow girl, smiling warmly at the boy as she returned the bell to its proper placement. “I’m so glad you’re gonna be in our family, Caruso, my name’s is Belle! I’m the oldest. This,” she motioned to the sloth child who had, again, managed to fall asleep on her feet, “This is Mimosa. She’s a sloth, patience demon angel. She’s really sweet and really nice once she’s awake. You already met Sasha, she’s our littlest sister!”
Words like these did little to encourage him. Grabbing his hat, he pulled it further down on his head and averted his gaze. When he had been told he was going to have lots of siblings to play with, no one had told him they would all be girls! A soft hand gently turned his head back towards them, it was the cow girl again, Belle, was it? “Come on now, won’t you smile? We’re so happy to meet you!” The sheer look of delight on her face as she said that caused the sulk to cease, if momentarily. Finally, he murmured, “I’m…happy at meetcha to…” A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he watched her face light up at his response. Silly girl, getting so excited over such a small thing. It seemed it was contagious, for Sasha gently drifted around him, hovering over his hat and batting at the bells again.
Eilender watched the exchange, worried, anxious at first - only to watch as the children slowly began talking amongst themselves. It would take a little time for the small elf to become really a part of the family, but something told him it was going to be a good Christmas, and better for having such a small wonder come into their lives.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 2:33 am
Welcoming Ellette
Wasn’t Christmas meant to be spent together?
The house smelled of ginger and cinnamon. Fragrant tendrils of spice warmed the senses, whilst the soft melody of carols could be heard drifting on the frigid winds to culminate on their window sill. Festivities would soon be kicking off, and the anxious smiles of children could be seen reflected in countless hues of red and gold decorations. Two such smiles were those of a small boy and his sister standing together at the kitchen table. Her hands guided his as he clasped the cookie cutter over an expanse of russet hued dough, pushing down gentle to form a ginger man yet to be born as they lifted it from the canvas and onto the cookie sheet. A flash of light immortalized the moment, Penterino allowing his lover to peer over his shoulder at what he had captured. A gentle kiss on the cheek confirmed Eilender’s affectionate approval.
Nearby, their other two girls were at work decorating. Mimosa handed off each card one by one to Sasha who hung the family greetings all over the doorframe. Sasha dashed around, tacking up each new card excitedly, admiring the beautiful scenes depicted on the front of each one. However, the girl stopped upon the next card handed to her, looking upon it confused as to what kind of card this was. “Papa? Thees card is very strange. Vat ees “Mixers” - ees holiday greetings?” The two men exchanged glances at yet ANOTHER letter from the adoption agency’s moniker. “Give it here, sweetie. Let me look.” The girl surrendered the card to her father, her sister stopping her work to watch the adults as they discussed something in hushed tones.
It wasn’t long before Eilender had grabbed his coat, venturing into the snow with letter neatly tucked away. The children had stopped their holiday preparations, confused by their father’s behavior and distressed he was leaving in such a hurried manner. “Daddy, where’s Papa goin`?” “. . . .Why is he leaving. . . .?” “Ees Christmas! Supposed to home being! Papa!” The girls cried out one by one, though their brother held his piece, unsure of what this all meant. Penterino did his best to console them, hurriedly coming up with an excuse. “Well, your father had to…Go check on a present. They sent him a letter about it, so he had to go, that’s all.” Deciding it best to divert their attention, the fawn ushered them back into the kitchen and closed the door. “Come on, we still have to decorate these cookies, don’t we? Who wants to draw on gingermen?” That seemed to do the trick. The kids began working at their own length of acceptance of the situation, each choosing their own designs to place on the sweet confections.
About an hour later, the cookies were finished and the story came fresh in their memories. Just how long was their father going to be gone for? Before they could query the destitute man further, the door opened, beckoning them in a flurry of crystal winter. The children rushed to meet Eilender as he stumbled in, his features rosy from the cold and characteristically cheerful, if more so than usual. Penterino sauntered in after the children’s wake, smiling fondly as he noted the bundle wrapped in the man’s coat. “Welcome home love, I see we were right when we guessed at our “Christmas Present.” Excited, the young ones could no longer contain themselves. “Papa, welcome home!” “Oh Papa, vat did you breeng us? Ees a present?” “. . .Presents. . .” “Daddy, when do we get to open it?” The last question in particular caused Eilender to burst out in mirthful laughter, holding the little bundle in his coat tighter. “Right now, Caruso. We ALL get to open it, right now!” Pulling back the warm insulation, he revealed a present none of them could have forseen. Another elf! A girl at that, with rosy red cheeks, bright amethyst eyes, and a nose that glowed alight all its own.
Eilender set her down, watching as the tiny girl ran to the others and clasped her hands around Caruso’s, finding comfort in seeing someone akin to her here. “Merry Christmas!” she chirruped, hugging him close. “My name is Ellette, oh wow, I didn’t know I would get to have such neat siblings, and, oh!” she gasped, releasing him and rushing to Belle, reaching up to touch the cow child’s ears, “They’re so soft and cute…What’s your name?” Not seeming to mind being touched, Belle smiled and hugged her new sister, nuzzling her. “Belle! And this is Sasha and Mimosa!” Mimosa, awake for all the excitement keeping her so, joined the hug, nestling close to Belle and waving shyly at her new elven sister. Sasha was not so subtle, quickly encircling Ellette, pulling her close before little, tiny feet landed atop her head. “Ees another sistar. We soon have whole house of sistars! An Papa, an Daddy, an brother! Ees big, happy family!”
In the midst of all the excitement, Caruso stood in mild shock at yet another female entering his life. But this was something different, really. She was an elf, like him, and this made them closer to family than anyone else in the house, really. The boy moved over to the huddle of girls and reached up to touch Ellette’s ear, smiling. “Yes?” she queried, turning to greet his touch. The boy only shrugged, smiling, “Merry Christmas, Ellette. Welcome home.”
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:31 pm
“. . . Tired.” she mumbled. Belle looked up from her magazine to look towards the child, arching a brow. “You’re always tired, sweetie.” she stated softly, offering the demon girl a smile. However, Mimosa shook her head. Pulling back the thick ginger bangs that obscured her vision she huffed softly and held them up. “. . .Tired. Of my hair. . .”
Being that it wasn’t often Mimosa asked or stated anything independently; Belle set her magazine down and lent the girl more attention than usually warranted. “Well, it has been like that for a while,” she concluded, reaching out to gently brush back the long tresses. “If you want, I can help you fix it. We can make a sister thing of it. We haven’t done THAT in a while either.” The answer seemed right. Mimosa smiled and nodded, prompting her sister to rise and slip out of the kitchen with a distant, “I’ll be right back!”
A few minutes later the table was littered with hair accessories. Most of it was odds and ends the girls had all managed to collect over time, leading to a somewhat sizeable collection - perfect for a quick change of pace. Belle slowly brushed back her sister’s long, thick tresses and held them back away from her face. “So what should we do? This is kind of spur of the moment after all.” Holding the hair back with one hand, she slid her magazine towards her younger sibling, loosely flipping through the pages. She chuckled ruefully, “It’s not really a fashion magazine but there are some pretty women in there showing off the flowers. Do you like any of their styles?”
The girl flipped through the pages for a few minutes before folding one back to single it out. It was a Gabin`Oreal add with an Asiatic woman on the cover. Her hair had been pulled back into a bun with a spray of hair cresting the top, the rest of her long hair pulled back to hang loose down her back. It wasn’t the simple style Belle would have pegged for her sister - but it was what she wanted and she seldom asked for anything. Swallowing hard, the bovine nodded and began. “I’ll try my best, sweetie.”
The bun was pretty simple. Belle tied it back and secured it with several ties before the dilemma came of how to get the hair up in the spray like the picture. Mimosa’s hair was far too long for it - that was just the simple fact of the matter. “Are you sure you want it exactly like the picture?” A restricted nod confirmed it and Belle’s worst fears. “Well…o-ok…I’ll try.” Reaching for the scissors, she measured out about what looked right, closed her eyes, and took the first snip.
It would be hours before their father had gotten home. The kitchen floor was littered with little bits of “off the top” and Mimosa looked as though she had regretted her decision. “I’m so sorry…” Belle began, breaking out the broom and dust pan, “I just couldn’t get it the way the magazine made it look…” It was clear the girl was upset, but her sister seemed to take it all in stride. Mimosa only shrugged and tugged at a lopsided end, trying to hide her mild disappointment. “. . .It. . .was an accident. It’ll grow back.” The child concluded, letting the strands go and offering a reassuring smile to her sister before watching their father’s reaction.
Eilender could only gape at first, mind still in an uproar as to the proper response before it settled on mirthful pity. Placing a hand on his daughter’s shoulder, he chuckled softly. “Well, it’s certainly a creative look for you. We’ll go and get it evened out tomorrow by a stylist.” “So you’re not mad?” The man shook his head to the query and pulled Belle in for a hug. “How about you clean up and I’ll start dinner.” Belle nodded and started sweeping up. “So what are we having?” Another chuckle resounded as Eilender opened the cabinet and pulled out the main ingredient for the night. “Angel hair pasta…”
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 11:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 8:46 am
Angel/Demon Worksheet
1: What is the name of the parent that you picked to study this time around:
I chose my sloth parent, Llewelyn to study for my first worksheet,
2: What is the Virtue or Vice of the creature:
Llewelyn is my demon father. His vice is Sloth, like mine.
3: What made you pick this person:
I picked him because I am told I am like him. I have his green skin, his horns, and most of all his nature. I would have liked to have met him while he was alive. I think we would have gotten along. I wanted to give my Dad a blanket to keep warm - but I never got to…
4: From the photo do you see anything right away that reminds you of you:
Yes. I’m asleep a lot to, and I have horns like he does.
5: Name at least one thing you have in common with the one that your studying up on today:
We both live in our sleep. I don’t go outside much anymore, but I dream vividly of it and other things. I think we would have had that in common. After all, why sleep if not to dream? Maybe he and I had dreams in common or even shared dreams and didn’t know it.
6: From the reference material do you find that it sounds as though you have anything in common with this creature that isn't something physical:
Yes
7: If you answered yes, what is it you have in common with the one your studying up on today other then physical traits:
Our mannerism, I suppose.
8: What is it that you find the most interesting the one your studying today be it something physical or perhaps a skill that they might have:
I like his horns a lot. I hope mine grow that big. I also like that he doesn’t suffer from sleeping long periods of time. I wonder if I can do that? I’ve never felt bad after sleeping before…
9: If you had one question you could ask of this person what might it be:
Why did you have to die, Daddy? I wanted to meet you, but now I can only dream of what it might have been like.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 9:14 am
Dear Journal,
Today we got the material for Mimosa to learn about her parents and received with it disturbing news. It seems both parents are not longer with us. Llewelyn has passed away and her angel father has become fallen and is missing. Mimosa seemed disturbed and saddened by the news and took a long time (even for her standard) to write out the study sheet properly. Then she just went to her pile of cushions and curled up like something had physically hit her.
I don't think I've ever seen her cry before...I-I'm not sure what to do. It wasn't long before she was asleep and beyond our help or comfort. The dream must have been restless, because she was up again in an hour, sitting at the kitchen table with an almost vacant expression as she looked into a mug of cocoa.
Then she just looked up and asked me, "Daddy, why do people die?"
How in Stag's name do I answer that?! No one told me I was going to have to explain death to my little girl! No one...and it isn't fair...but I did my best, for what little comfort that is. I'm going to try to get her to start writing out her feelings so she can look at them and try to cope with some reasonable answer that maybe she can see and I can't.
I'll also have to ask the facility if there's anything I need to do, and if other kids are having problems like this. Maybe meeting one might also be beneficial...we'll see. For now, I'm going to go read her a story and hope it takes her mind off of it.
- Eilender
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 9:27 am
Dear journal,
Daddy said I should start writing in you. Right now I'm just so sad though. I wanted to meet my parents, but now I'm all that's left of them. Should I be so upset over people I never met? I don't know if they would have even thought of me as a daughter. Llewelyn might have, I think.
I looked at his picture when I did the study sheet. We look a lot alike. I think I looked long enough that I saw him in the dream I had. He didn't speak to me right away,but we just kind of sat there at the edge of a big cliff. Then he looked at me and said he had to go, because he wasn't there anymore. When I looked over at him, he was gone already. I didn't ever get to say hello or goodbye so I guess I'll just write it here... "Goodbye, Daddy. I'm sorry I didn't get to say Hello. Please be ok in heaven, or wherever demons go to when they die."
I feel a little better for that, but it will take a little longer for me not to be sad. It's ok though, because my angel father is only missing - so I might meet him one day. I wonder if I'll recognize him then, or if he'll know me? It's silly - but I'm going to wait for that day, and try to use the patience he gave me. I can wait, and I hope I get to say hello to him one day. Until then, I'm so tired...I'm going to go back to sleep for a while, until I can wake up and not be so sad.
- Mimosa
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