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Caroline looked out over a luscious garden filled with a rainbow of flowers. Varieties of butterflies roamed through the pathways of soil as the bees scouted for pollen. Caroline leaned her head back, her body suddenly feeling relaxed and warm from the sun that beamed onto her.

Mia sat beside her mother, her mom's arms wrapped around her hip a little. The baby tugged at the pink dress she was wearing. It had an Alice in Wonderland feel to it, and it was quite uncomfortable. However, the sight of the garden made her feel happy; How she loved her mother's manor.

Ella wasn't here today. Caroline thought she was staying at Sizzla's home with Ari for a little. But who knew? How horrible that sounded! Caroline had been so busy, she didn't even know where people were anymore.

Sizzla came walking up the lush path to the manor, wondering where in the world Caroline could be. She had Ari attached to her chest in a sling. She had found it quite a bit easier to carry the chubby baby around like that, instead of trying to keep him balanced on her hip with her arm. He gurgled happily, chewing a bit on the ear of his stuffed unicorn.

Her finger pressed down on the glowing doorbell, and she waited for someone to answer the door. Deciding that if someone didn't show up, she'd just walk on in. She had lived there for a matter of months anyway.

Ella had been staying with her in Gambino for the past month, recovering from the birth and pregnancy. She was talking about leaving soon, but she hadn't specified a date yet. Sizzla wanted to be sure that Caroline knew she'd be going, and she thought maybe they could all have one last hurrah together.

A small statured woman scurried up to the door, a fake smile was soon in place for the visitor. "Hello Misses Marvel, the Misses is in the garden with Lil Misses. Mia." She nodded, her voice soft and cracked, but it was ever so welcoming. "And hello Master Ari Fionn." Tabitha had a soft spot for babies. "Oh, please come in!" Her old cheeks became rosy with embarassment.

"Hi Tabitha! You don't need to be so formal with us! We're friends you know!" She looked down at Ari, who was reaching out for a ruffle on Tabitha's dress. "Looks like he likes you. Isn't he just adorable?" She'd been admiring her new son for days now, just amazed with every detail of his body. She never thought she'd feel so motherly, but here she was, cooing and oogling over her baby.

Sizzla stepped through the doorway, letting the door close behind her. "They're outside eh? Well, I'll go out there and see what they're up to. But first, would you like to hold him for a minute?"

The red subsided from Tabitha's cheeks, but she took a little curtsy. "Miss. Sizzla, I can never be not proper, it's my job, love." She flashed Sizzla a real smile, the corner of her lips turning up. "Hold the Master?!" Now she really smiled, she adored children. "If the misses doesn't mind."

"Oh of course not! And Miss Sizzla is definitely better than Miss Marvel. Thanks." She gave Tabitha a knowing smile, and pulled Ari up under his arms, out of the sling. Cradling him in her arms, she held him out to Tabitha.

Ari reached out for her again, giggling, a droplet of spit rolling down his cheek. Awww, aren't babies cute? He gurgled some strange baby words, and waved his hands around, wanting to be amused.

Tabitha reached her arms out with a toothy grin. She took Ari and craddled him in her arms. "Je suis dans l'amour, avec un homme de charme... un homme des esprits et de la beaut!" she said aloud, rocking Ari in her arms and poking him in the nose gently.

((Note: Our last RP was conducted on AIM, and the window was accidentally closed before I got a chance to post it. Argh!

So, Ari and Mia played for a bit. Mia threw some grass in Ari's face, and he got quite upset with her, but in the end, things turned out just fine. Caroline has decided to take Ari for the weekend, so that the kids could play together more while Sizzla works in the lab.

And now, moving on...))

Caroline Calls!



((RP 1))

Paint : On the walls, on the floor, on Ari!

Sizzla had invested in a playroom for Ari, setting up all the things that she wished she had when she was a kid. There was a playhouse of course, and games, books and puzzles. She'd also set up an art center, where Ari could finger paint, or draw with crayons. There was a table, reminiscient of Fisher Price's plastic furniture, with four chairs, and slots for holding crayons, trinkets or anything else of that nature.

And Ari loved the playroom. He'd spend hours in there, playing games, reading, drawing and painting. On one particular day, Sizzla realized just how much he loved the place that she'd made specially for him.

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"Ari, want to go paint?" Sizzla asked, offering a hand to her son, who was laying on his stomach in the middle of the living room floor, reading "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish." He'd try to read, but managed to get out little more than "Feesh!" every time he saw a fish in the book. The brightly colored drawings did draw him in though and he adored his Dr. Seuss books.

"Paint!?" he screeched, hopiing up quickly from the floor, his wings fluttering behind him in excitement. "YUS mama!" he continued, reaching up to grab her hand, his cheeks slightly flushed. He practically pulled her toward the playroom, and once there, plopped down in one of the plastic chairs, fists grabbing crayons as he waited for paper to be placed in front of him.

Sizzla brought a set of new watercolor paints out of the closet--she'd hidden them up high so that the couldn't find them, of course--and put them down on the table, showing them to Ari. "Watercolors," she stated, pointing at the yellow and transparent plastic box. Ari could see that there were nine different colors of paint, and he reached out to pick up the box and pry it open, poking at each of the hard paints with his finger. "I no paint wit' wa-color mama! Look!" he said, pointing to the hard discs of paint.

"Hold on a second...Then I'll show you," she said, a cup of water in one hand. She'd procured it from the bathroom across the hall rather quickly, while Ari was still poking at his new paints. Sitting the doubled paper cup down in front of him, showed him how it was done.

Tearing a sheet of paper out of the book of watercolor paper that she'd bought, she sat it down in front of Ari. She took the paintbrush from the palette, she dipped it in water, and then swirled it over the dry disc of blue paint, filling the brush with color. Then, she swept the brush over the paper, leaving behind a streak of bright blue. Dipping the brush into water again, she swept the wet tip over the paper, leaving a lighter blue streak this time. "See?" she asked, looking at her son, whose green eyes showed his amazement.

"Pwetty mama," he screeched, reaching out for the brush.

She let him take it from her, and she watched as he dipped it into the water again, this time running it over the red pot of dry paint. Pushing the brush across the paint in a slightly violent motion, he banged his other hand on the plastic table. "Whee!" he shouted, bringing the paint-filled brush down on the paper, splattering paint around everywhere. Again, the brush went back into the water, and this time, in the green paint. By now, the colors were starting to swirl together, but Ari didn't care. He was having the time of his life!

"Lookie! Pwetty! I's can paint mama!" He threw his hands in the air triumphantly, and then brought the brush down again with a good deal of force for a toddler. This time, there was a green splatter, which happened to splatter across his face and t-shirt as well. Full of glee, Ari's wings fluttered rapidly, just enough to lift his butt off of the ground. Again, there was a dunking of the paintbrush into the water, and then, a spattering of purple paint followed.

Elysia practically died laughing, watching her son enjoy the paints. He may not like to paint still life or portraits, but abstract art? Oh yes!

Once he was fully covered in paint and satisfied with his picture, he held it up to his mother so that she could see it. "See mama? OCEAN! Feesh!" And he pointed to the blobs of color, as if she could see everything he was talking about.

"S'fun mama!"

"Those fish are awesome Ari! So colorful," she added, finally seeing the fish in the blobs of color. It took a creative mind to understand the art of a toddler, she thought.

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They spent the rest of the afternoon in the playroom, sharing paints and and paper, painting pictures of strange creatures and far-away lands. Ari's were always a bit more abstract, but by the time they were done, there was plenty of art to cover the entire refrigerator...and then some.


((RP 2))

Elysia's Journal




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