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 Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 9:52 am
Amyla nodded in response. "I think you so. Some researchers say now that it spoils the child and makes them too dependent on you if you do so. I don't think those researchers had kids, though. I've 'spoiled' all my kids like that, and they're actually more independent than most kids their age, which can be... both good and bad, I suppose," she replied, making a face as she stepped up to the crib that Guinevere was examining. "This one looks a lot like the one we bought for Caleb. It does well for him, except he has learned how to climb out of it."
Aiodhan had momentarily turned his attention back to the two adult females, curiously eyeing the crib they were examining. He had taken a few steps forward when he heard a screech in the vicinity of his tail and turned his head sharply just in time to see Aya fall off to the side. Crud... hope she didn't get hurt! was the only thought running through his head as he turned fully around and bent down to her level. "Are you okay? No bumps or bruises or anything?" he asked hurriedly, realizing a bit belatedly that she probably didn't understand half of what he'd just asked. Oops. Ah well.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 3:06 am
Inclining her head briefly in acknowledgement of Amyla’s response, Guinevere retreated into silence as she pondered the question. Independence was a quality the naga admired, having been reliant upon solely herself from a young age, yet she was aware that it could be the root cause of loneliness and isolation – a fate she wouldn’t wise upon anyone, let alone her children. Frowning openly as she pondered the two states, Guinevere’s expression swiftly changed to one of shocked anxiety as Aya emitted a startled screech; the naga whipping around upon her tail (the action surprisingly quick given her current condition) to attend to her daughter.
True to his assumptions, Aya had understood little of what Aiodhan had asked; instead, the toddler grinned happily up at the dragon-man, clinging tightly to his knees as she clambered once more into a standing position. “Bad taell” the girl declared, bright smile remaining as she admonished the appendage.
Audibly sighing with relief as Aya stood, Guinevere glanced toward the toddler over to ensure she was without harm before turning back to the crib. “I have my doubtssss my little one will have the ssssame expertisssse” the woman commented, waggling to end of her tail in order to illustrate her point. The faint hints of a smile leak into the naga’s features, indicating her attempts at humour, before fading once more as she lifted a pallid hand and run it lightly over the wooden rails of the crib. “Are there any other bulky itemssss one is required to purchasssse?” Guinevere asked, mentally running of the schematics of her subterranean abode. “My sssspace is somewhat limted, at leasssst until I posssssessss the time and energy to extend” the woman quickly added.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 9:29 pm
After letting out a prolonged sigh of relief that the toddler was unharmed, Aiodhan was more than willing to let her use him as a standing assistant. He reached down to gently pat her on the head. "Yes, it's a very bad tail," he agreed, mock-glaring down at it. "Shame on it!" He moved to hide the tail on the opposite side of his legs in an effort to imply that the tail was suitably disciplined.
Having jumped in surprise initially at Aya's screech, Amyla was now suitably calmed upon seeing that the toddler was unharmed. Aiodhan would suffer no real damage from being clung to, crawled upon, and generally roughed up. In fact, the little girl was probably a great deal gentler than Aiodhan was used to from their own offspring.
Guinevere's attempt at humor did not go unnoticed, and Amyla quirked a sheepish half-smile. "That's true. Your little one will probably have a bit of a challenge with climbing, without the added benefit of legs." She glanced around the rest of the baby furniture in the surrounding area. "Mmm... yes, limited space can pose a challenge. It's really just a bed or crib of sorts, and a dresser or set of shelves or something for clothes and bottles and such," the woman added, meandering over to a few small and simple dressers. "We got one sort of like this, with a top that unfolded into a changing table. Other than that... it's mainly clothes, diapers, bottles, baby food... toys or pacifiers."
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