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 Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 11:54 am
Moé noticed that he did not hear the second half of her comment, and then quietly got up off of him.
"I should clean up the kitchen..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 12:00 pm
"I will be returning to my studies." Caleb left the dining area and walked down the stairs to the study. Seating himself in the leather chair, he picked back up the tome he had set down some time earlier.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 12:03 pm
Moé soon afterwards entered.
"If you do not mind, Ann and Kokopelli have to run some errands, and they're leaving Monoé here with us."
She blinked.
"Oh... you don't know who Monoé is, do you?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 12:06 pm
"I do not, who would this...Monoe be?" Caleb questioned, his head looking up at her.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 12:17 pm
Moé smiled, and, reaching inside of a portal, took out a small, frail-looking girl, about eight years old. She was entirely in black and white, save for her eyes, which were green. Her dress was a compilation of black and white optical illusions, and her hair was in two long parts, tied with little black and white hair baubles.
"This is Monoé. She's Kokopelli and Ann's child."
Monoé's cheeks turned dark gray in embarrassment, and, running away form him in shyness, she began to look through Caleb's books to see if there were any about a certain subject.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 12:28 pm
Caleb tipped his hat at the girl with a ghost white hand. "As long a she does not ruin any of the items, I find no other rule for her stay here." He continued reading.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 12:33 pm
Monoé took out a book detailing dairy farming, and another one about the properties of milk. Though they both very very thick, she took them out anyways, and began to read them.
[[I think those would be the random books Moé's gotten him over the years.]]
Moé leaned inside.
"Do you want some cookies, Mono?"
"Thank you, Miss Moé. I would appreciate it."
Moé giggled at her etiquette, and then went over to the kitchen to bake.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 12:55 pm
A white hand emerged from the robes and took a snowy owl quill out of its ink well. The quill was dipped into silver ink, then used to scribe something on the page quite quickly. He placed the quill back into the ink pot and continued reading.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 12:58 pm
Monoé looked at him.
"You're pale, like Papa."
She stood, and then, kneeling down by the arm of his chair, she read with interest what he was reading.
"Mister, are you an alchemist?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 1:05 pm
Caleb pulled his attention off of the book and looked to the small girl. "...I am." He simply replied, before going back to reading the book.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 1:09 pm
Monoé nodded, returning to her studies.
"I'm going to own a farm. The family farm. Mama said so..."
She quietly sat down on her stomach as she began to read.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 1:13 pm
Caleb ignored the girl, trying to concentrate on reading. He adjusted himself in the chair. The only noise coming from him was the stale turning of a page.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 1:22 pm
Monoé ignored him as well, too caught up in her world where she would own fat hogs and plump turkeys. She would own an Ark-esque farm, with every type of cattle that existed, even llama, as well as every legal, breedable fowl.
Her mother would use the wool from the sheep and llamas, her family would benefit form it, and she could introduce a healthy diet to her father.
She had her life planned out, and it was a splendid dream to her.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 1:29 pm
Caleb continued to read. Paying close attention to the information. Though through this concentration, their was hindsight. He turned page, a sharp corner bit into his right pointer finger. Dark, putrid blood began to pool at the slit. He, of course, did not notice this bleed as he read, as it went onto the pages.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 1:31 pm
Monoé looked over lazily at a nearby clock, but then saw the blood.
She hurriedly stood, and shook Caleb's arm.
"Mister, you're bleeding..."
She did not know how to handle others' cuts, as her mother had ultra-tough skin, and her father had no blood himself.
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