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 Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:02 am
A simple end to a stormy time.Previously... (Metaplot)
With the catastrophe of the goings on in the gallery over Kit thought it a good time to go home. Wiping the tears of relief from her cheeks she kissed Luel on the forehead and picked him up from under his arms, bouncing the sleepy boy into a warm and loving cuddle. Luel replied with a welcome yet rare smile and desperately grasped hold of La lune.
She bid farewell to the others mothers and their souls wishing them well before she walked over to Oqaia and Marissa who were talking nearby. "Missa you look after yourself ok?" Kit smiled affectionate and gave her friend a cuddly squeeze with her free arm, yet in a much more docile way than she usually would have. "And Miss Oqaia," she grinned and bowed her head as a sign of goodbye "I hope next time we meet the situation is less.. shall we say, topsy-turvy." She smiled and waved, whispering in Luel's ear "Say tata sweety" which Luel proceeded to ignore completely, burrowing his head into his mothers neck and rather calmly closed his eyes...
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:05 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 5:36 pm
Oh, Sherlock! PT 1.
The second level of the Gallery was never particularly a favourite place to be for anyone to delve into, as anything could and usually did happen if you bothered to go up there. Even going to the bathroom was throwing your life into the hands of the building, which sounds a bit mental now doesn't it? But, to an easily intrigued toddler, every new step was like discovering a planet, albeit a dusty, wooden, horizontal planet.
Today, Kit had caught the bus into town as to use the Gallery's washing machine. Unfortunately hers had inexplicably died once again from what seemed like a marmite sandwich attack. Kit was never one to want to wait and it was all a little too boring for her lack of patience. She found herself nodding off even at the thought of doing the white wash let alone the delicates. The best idea, it seemed, was to take a brief nap in the living room and put Luel in the playpen. Only for ten minutes. Just to rest her eyes. As a final unfortunate event of the day it was rather more easy to escape from the wood meshed playpen than Kit might have first thought.
By the time the sleeping mother had drifted off into a dream infested sleep Luel had happily managed the first flight of stairs, partially on his hand and knees. Although when he did venture up onto his feet his chubby hands groped at La Lune's form as he toddled up the awkward Gallery steps. He hit the first landing, where there lie a bathroom, four bedrooms and a previously unexplored corridor. This dark and mysterious indoor track would be his destination for this evening, unless something else happened to catch his twinkling eye. He persistently wandered forth, past the broken lightbulbs, the odd spiders web and even an unexplained broom head lying in the centre of the wooden walk way. Until he came to a door at the very end of the corridor just off to the left slightly, well, it was at a very jaunty angle.
The first time he had seen this door was in his mother's arms. Kit was looking for the bathroom the first time they'd come up to the second floor. He'd caught the sight of the door out of the corner of his eyes as he curled into Kit's neck for a bit of warmth. And ever since then the little boy had been fascinated by the light that shone from the keyhole of the looming noir door just out of reach.
He peered upwards at the brass door handle which lay just above him encased in a vast oak expanse that framed the door. With a determined frown he began to stretch, fingers flailing, feet on tip toes. His legs wobbled, his silver shorts sidling down as he began to lean in towards the door. But, instead of feeling the unwelcome thud of wood against his forehead, Luel fell straight into the darkness encrusted room with more of a gentle 'pufft' than a 'duff'. With an unhappy grunt he pushed himself up, his bottom lip quivering at his unexpected entrance. After a little while though, he wiped his slightly teary eyes on his arm and sat himself down on the cold metal floor beneath him.
The door creaked once and began to close behind the little boy but by this time Luel was only worried about one thing.. Where had La lune gone
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