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 Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 6:56 am
Anemone was gleefully splashing at Third, nearly breathless to find somebody who would play the water-splashing game - too breathless with glee to notice her father's dark look, though she never noticed those anyway, on account of being herself. (Terror hid on Annie's neck, but that was Terror.) His approval was saved for Xana and Courage's politeness.
"Good," was all he said to them, and then at Third - "So you've been alone?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 8:22 pm
There was no shortage of manners on Third's part, either, and he momentarily left playing with Annie (and Terror, wherever the daemon had gotten to beneath the surface of the ocean) to earnestly shake Quixana's hand, but he shook his head and hummed negatively at Leon's question. "No, a Forgotten is never alone," he emphasized the word, making clear the relationship between Forgotten and daemon was not to be taken so lightly, "and we're with him." Third tilted his head in Trion's direction.
Not even bothering with the pretense of reading any longer, Trion lay with his head propped up in his hand, fingers concealing his lips in a thoughtful position. If his lips were ambivalent, there was no mistaking the look in his eyes. His gaze was hard and dangerous behind a thin veneer of practiced boredom. It was not a threat, simply a message: that boy is protected, and even if it looks like he's wandering the beachside alone with his daemon, he is not.
But aside from watching, Trion did nothing, book dangling from his fingers, content to let Third and Constant interact without him. He would come if they called or they needed him, but not a moment before.
"And my sister's here with me," Third grinned in seeming afterthought. Not that he had forgotten Aelinye, he simply diffused the nature of Trion's presence by following with an inoffensive note. "She's a bit smaller than Anemone." He was still pumping Quixana's hand up and down in playfully childish acquiescence.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 9:57 pm
Quixana burbled in delight and swung his hand with Third's for a few more moments. His brown eyes glowed with appreciation and more than a touch of new adoration. Not only did this other boy have manners but he was fun and he had a lovely daemon. Finally pulling his hand away, Xana pointed towards Constant and beamed. A wave of his hand seemed to indicate his approval.
His mother giggled and shook her head. "You seem to have quite the family, Third," she replied lightly. She did not even seem to register the coolness of Trion's gaze.
Another happy burst of laughter interrupted whatever else Cressida had been about to say and she looked down just in time to witness Quixana tumble himself into the surf and paddle splashily towards his sister. "Meeemee," he attempted.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 8:41 pm
It was Leon who met Trion's gaze for a while, cool and flat, before turning back to his children. Anemone lifted her arms up at her brother demandingly, opening her mouth and closing it like a little fish as she tried to mimic his words. "Mmmmmmm," was all she managed, and she seemed frustrated with her own ineptitude. "Mmmmmm," she tried again at Third, and sighed a little sigh of angered defeat. It seemed she did not enjoy not performing up to standards in front of him. She splashed the water.
"Tantrum coming," said Leon, just before Annie balled up her little fists and screeched like a banshee. When her father waded out to pick her up, she just yowled harder, opening and closing her fists and kicking with her little feet. She looked beseechingly at Third, and then at her brother, but there was nothing to be done.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 4:07 pm
With a sigh, Cressida crouched down and gathered the squirming, flailing child in her arms. She rocked Anemone with ease, balancing the girl along one arm and using the free hand to tickle her belly fin. "There, there, my little naiad," she cooed. "It's okay. You'll talk when you're ready. You're just a guppy yet!"
Quixana frowned up at his sister, clearly upset that she was upset. Then he looked at Third and shook his head sadly. He struggled to his feet, shaking off the water, and padded back to his parents.
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