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 Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 9:39 pm
Mas D'aun...needed to decide what to do with the children. It was his responsibility, as the parent who owned them, to ensure their upbringing benefited his House the best. So it was that mas had Sinatra and Ilmindia brought from their nursary and to his private chambers.
For the time being, no one was allowed to see the children. The midwife was the only one allowed to tend to them and her job was currently her life. All the better to keep the two 'girls' safe and contained. Not that Mas had any real fear that any outside interference could somehow taint his true daughter against him. She was still a infant!
Reguardless though, Mas frowned as he peered at the two babies laid out on his bed. They were remarkably similar. If it were not for the fact that Sinatra was dressed in a royal blue dress and Ilmindia in a lighter blue dress...why...He'd swear they were identical and he'd probably have made mistakes in their identity himself!
Well! Mas supposed it was time for the testing! hardly was going to let someone else tend to it! It was too early to test for physical skill and promise. But he could check their intelligence and magical potential. There was no way he was going to allow his true daughter to become a priestess. Goddess no! There would be no way to keep her under thumb and heel then!
"Sinatra" He called out, and paused to see if the child would respond to his voice and ..well...he rather hoped she would recognise her name and look at him. Ilmindia was certainly ignoreing him. The girl-boy was busy trying to chew on his toe for some reason.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 11:57 am
Sinatra did not like being carried, and everyone seemed intent on carrying her anywhere. She had walk-things like the bigger people, and wave-things, too, with grabbers at the end. There was no reason she couldn't get around on her own, if someone would just give her the opportunity. And quit putting long pieces of soft stuff on her that made it so she couldn't see her walk-things, or use them. She didn't like the Skinny One who always carried her about, though she appreciated the changing of her yuck-catcher. She really didn't like the feel of yuck next to her sensitive skin. Or the smell of it.
The only time she didn't mind being carried was when the Skinny One took her to see the Sparkly One. The Sparkly One was a big person, too, but he was much more interesting than the Skinny One. When she looked at him, he sparkled. Especially the long thing he carried around with him. It sparkled a lot. Someday she wanted to play with that. Or maybe put it in her taster. Either one. Or both. Both would be fine. She wondered how the sparklies would taste. The Sparkly One was saying something, and she thought he was talking about her, though she couldn't be sure. He spoke the sounds that the Skinny One spoke when dealing with her.
She turned her eyes toward the Sparkly One and reached out toward the sparkly long thing.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 1:22 am
It was when Sinatra appeared to be interested in something else that Dia ceased his attempts to chew on his wiggly toe. The babe glanced up, his blue eyes sparkling as he watched the manner in which his sister reached for something. His own eyes turned, and he gazed with wide eyed surprise at the object his sister was reaching for. It was quite pretty, and the shineing surface certainly caught his attention. However, the boy was more content to sit and stare with those blue eyes as his sister made for touching it.
Mas found that Sinatra's response was something he approved of. She had looked first at him. That was either a sign of recognition of either his voice or her name. He wasn't certain which, or even if he was right. Mas had spent the past years studying magic, not childrens minds. Perhaps he should have consulted someone who had done this before after all? Bah. It was too late now. Perhaps he would look into it later. As Sinatra seemed to reach for his staff, Mas saw no reason not to tilt the head towards her a bit. So long as he did not activate any of the eyes she was in no danger. Ilmindia as well seemed to have his eyes caught by the staff as well. Was this a sign of interest in magic? Ugh... He had so many questions! Well, perhaps a few of them would be answered by the end of this session with the children. He did not want to keep them with him too long. One of them might start...drooling...or crying...or need a change. Mas -certainly- was not going to deal with any of -that- unpleasentness!
"Do you like your fathers staff?" He gently murmured to the babies. He tilted the staff in his hand a small amount so that it waved before Sinatra. "This is a mage staff. Father uses it to make magic." Did they even understand? no, probably not....but the sound of his voice he assumed should become familar to them as children. Ah! Hopefully soon they would grow and he would no longer be left wondering!
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 9:24 am
Sinatra's blue eyes widened as the long sparkly thing dipped toward her and she reached for it even more determinedly. She had decided that she definitely wanted to put it in her taster. There were round things on the end which would be the perfect size to fit. If she could just reach it! When her efforts brought her no closer she screwed up her face in discontentment. She wanted it. She wished she knew which sounds to make to make him Give It To Her. The sounds that came out of other people's tasters seemed to mean something to the big people, and she wanted the Sparkly One to give her the long sparkly thing. She'd thought he understood when he moved it closer, but now she was sure it had been a coincidence.
"Nnngh!" she exclaimed in frustration, wiggling the suckables at the end of her grabbers and flailing her wave-things. She even got the suckables at the end of her kickers and walk-things involved in her miniature tantrum. Then, abruptly, she stopped as the Sparkly One made sounds with his taster. She couldn't understand them, and her eyes narrowed suspiciously. Were those the sounds she had to make to get what she wanted? She didn't know if she could. But she would try.
"Mmmah!" she said explosively, gesticulating toward the tantalizing long thing. "Mmah!"
She paid the other small one no heed, as he wasn't doing anything. At least he hadn't made yuck yet. He seemed to make yuck a lot more than she did, and sometimes she had to cry to make the Skinny One change his yuck-catcher. The Skinny One was much faster about changing Sinatra's yuck-catcher, but Sinatra was much faster about making her displeasure known. Anyway, the other small one wasn't doing anything disagreeable, and so she was content to ignore him. Until it occurred to her that maybe if they both did something, the Sparkly One would give her the long thing to taste.
She flung one of her wave-things out to whack the other small one and get his attention, but then did nothing else. What if the Sparkly One gave him the long thing instead of her? That would be a disaster!
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:41 pm
Ilmindia was more then content to remain sitting as he was. The thing that was bright and shiney kept his rapt attention. However, his attention became quickly diverted at the unexpected flailing of his sibling. 'Whock!' Sitting as near as he was to his sister, it was rather easy for her to hit him. His blue eyes widened at the force of her arm hitting him, and his little body leaned away from the force of the small hit. He wasn't hurt. The smack hardly even stung enough for him to register pain. But he was startled. "Gah!" He responded. His blue eyes narrowing as he waved his own arm in retaliation at his sibling. Like responded to like as a child most times, and Ilmindia was no cry baby to bawl at the smallest upset.
Yes...yes she was definatly reaching for the staff. At least...she had been. Mas's eyes widened a little as she would seemingly for no reason strike her brother. "Well...that's a female for you." He chuckled softly while watching the children. "But I think we'll just have to work on training that out of you, shan't we my little puppett daughter?" Mas spoke in a light soft voice, his lips smiling pleasently as he placed his staff upon the bed directly at the girls feet. She certainly seemed interested in the staff. perhaps...Ah-ha!
A idea occured to Mas, one that he was embaressed that he had not thought of before. He left the staff within easy reach of his children, and stood up. They would be fine if he left them on the bed for a few moments he was sure. The staff was attuned only to him, and he doubted it would pose any real danger to the little fingers bound to touch it. "Ah. Father has a special present for my little girls... just be good spawn and sit right there." He spoke with a small flashy wave before crossing the room to a chest.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:00 am
When her brother waved his arm back at her in retaliation, Sinatra's blue eyes narrowed irritably. She was more than willing to whack him again, but suspected that would only encourage him to retaliate with more of the same, and she didn't like being smacked. In a pique, she decided to completely ignore him and focus completely on her father's staff. She wanted it, and he was practically giving it to her. Whatever he was saying made no difference to her.
All she had to do was reverse herself so that her hands were where her feet were, and then she could have the staff. Or, really, there was also the possibility of using her feet to grab the staff. She gave this some serious consideration, but without being able to prop herself up for long periods of time to supervise her feet, it was very difficult for her to direct them in such a way as to bring the staff closer to her face for examination. So, despite how comfortable she was, she would have to shift herself if she wanted the staff. Unless, maybe the staff had been a reward for hitting her brother...?
Experimenting with this easier tactic, Sinatra flung her arm out toward her brother once more, but keeping her eyes trained on her father, searching for some sign of approval. She was miffed and irked when he turned away from her before she could complete her display of indifferent aggression toward her brother.
"Gah!" she said imperiously.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 12:00 pm
Ilmindia's eyes moved to the silver and shiny object placed on the bed near himself and his sister. Once his returning blow had been delivered he resumed his wide eyed watching of the room. The tall one with them had left them alone, so it seemed, as he appeared to vanish utterly once he knelt down below the beds level. Ilmindia turned to look at his sister, she sounded a bit unhappy at the moment.. She certainly did make a lot of noise...
He should have thought of this before and been prepared. Mas had been planning to cast a few spells to see if it would get the childrens attention, but honestly. Anything bright would be bound to do that. It had been a poor idea really. Now this...this was a much better idea. Mas knelt down and opened the chest. Reaching inside he began to pluck out items and place them into the lap area of his robe. Oh yes. This would surely work better as a test... Gatering up the edges, he closed the trunk, rose, and returned to where the two infants were sitting. Ugh. They looked so fat. Hopefully they would slim down a bit and take after him in apperance rather then their mother. If the secondary happened he would have to assume it was just bad genetics in her line.
Mas reached into his robe and withdrew a small glass ball. Holding the scraying ball up, he rolled it in his hand, then placed it between the two babies. A second item was produced then. It was a wand he was in the process of enchanting. he had not yet decided on what magic to put into it, so he had stored it for later use. The long thing handle gleamed silver like his staff, but the top was adorned with a smooth blue gem and surrounded by smaller diamond chips in a ring. Twisting it about, he placed that item upon the bed as well between the children.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 5:13 pm
Sinatra was now certain that she was supposed to be paying attention to the tall one who kept making the talk noises. She didn't know what he wanted from her, but she had come to the conclusion that until he gave her the long sparkly she wasn't going to do whatever it was. She wasn't even going to make talk noises at him or look at him.
She would look at the other small one. Yes. He wasn't very interesting, but he would do well enough for showing the tall one he wasn't the boss of her just because he was bigger and he could make walking happen. She would learn to use her walk-things, too, and then no one would be able to keep anything from her. She would be the most important.
But she was supposed to be paying attention to the other small one. He had eyes like the tall one. The skinny one didn't have that kind of eyes. That one's eyes were a different color. She wondered if that made the skinny one's eyes leak a different color. Or maybe they couldn't leak at all. She'd never seen them leaking. She saw the other small one's eyes leaking all the time, though, and hers did, too. Were her eyes like the tall one or the skinny one, she wondered.
Sinatra screwed up her face in the direction of the other small one, trying to convey the message, "I don't understand what he wants us to do. What do you think, insignificant one?"
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 12:40 pm
Ilmindia blinked at his sister as she turned to focus upon him. The tall one had reappeared, and his attention was drawn back to him as he started to put things down on the bed near himself and his sister. Ilmindia's blue eyes shifted between the shiney round object and his sisters weirdly scrunched up face. She looked...he did not know the word for it. but he understood the feeling. Unlike his sister though, Ilmindia had no such determination to be difficult. He was content enough to be there. To be near his sister, to see the tall one..and most importantly to see the pretty thing on the bed. Ilmindia rocked back and forth a little on his butt, before he managed to tilt himself onto his side. With his fat and unskilled fingers, he reached above his head, and grasped at the round surface of the pretty thing.
Mas watched his offspring with vauge amusement. The female was definatly exhibiting the typical tendencies of her gender. When she grew older he'd have to beat that out of her someway. His second child unfortunatly was exhibiting far too much meekness. He'd be picked out as a male easily if he didn't start acting a bit more aggressive. Mas watched as Dia tipped himself over and began to finger grab the small crystal ball. Casually Mas tapped the ball into a easier grasping reach for the boy. He then picked up the wand from the bed, and he moved it to cut into Sinatra's line of sight. He gave it a small wave, which caused the diamond tip to glow faintly, then fade. "Here you go. Can you say 'magic Missle'? Hmm" He cooed softly at the girl.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 1:48 pm
Sinatra was vaguely annoyed that the other small one had gotten something to play with and she hadn't. That wasn't fair. She was better. She deserved it. Not that she had any evidence to support this assertion, but she was certain of it nevertheless. And the other small one was a panderer. She wasn't sure how she felt about this. He should be pandering to her. She was the superior person.
But what was that?
Something was glowing. But the tall one had it. She was still peeved with him. He hadn't given her the long sparkly thing, after all, and he'd given the other small one a rolly-thing. He was playing favorites, and he was playing them wrong. She was supposed to be the favorite. The tall one had better give her the glowy-thing.
"MmMmmm? Eh'bah." she asked, meaning "Is that for me? I want it, but I don't want to reach for it. Please give it to me."
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 1:11 pm
Mas watched as Ilmindia took hold of the scrying ball. The boy was content enough to hold it, so it seemed. The little one's blue eyes were fixed in wonder at the shineing surface. Yes. This was what he needed to do. Attract the children with magical toys. If he kept the toy blades and whips away from them he could possibly tailor them to favor the item's of magic? Perhaps he ought to start reading to them, to get them used to candle light and the scent and apperance of books?
"Sinatra." Mas cooed softly as he waved the wand again and made the stone glow briefly. She at least had responded with some sounds, but she had not taken the wand yet. Did she not want it? Wellt hen...he'd make her play with it. Perhaps then she'd get the idea. Mas reached his hand forwards to take Sinatra's small one and close her tiny fingers over the wand. "Say 'Magic Missle'" He coaxed again. How long did it take for a child to start mimicing words? he knew some birds would take weeks to learn a single word, and that was with constant repetition. Was it the same with babies?
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 9:54 am
When the stone on the glowy-thing did the glow-thing again Sinatra decided maybe she should try a different tactic. Clearly reasoning with the tall one wasn't working and he was obviously emotionally insensitive if he hadn't immediately felt the loss that had come with her earlier ire. The emotionally insensitive might be problematic with her next tactic, but it was worth a try. It sometimes got her things with the skinny one. She opened her eyes very wide and made an O with her mouth, like she was surprised.
"Ehmah," she said. "Miiih."
She was thrilled when he reacted appropriately and put the wavy-glow-thing into her grab-thing. She flexed her wigglers, trying to make a grip on it, but they weren't as dextrous as she would like them to be, and without the tall one's assistance they probably wouldn't have closed properly around the wavy-glow-thing. Nevertheless, she giggled with unconcealed glee. It was hers!
Concentrating hard, she manipulated the wavy-glow-thing so that she could taste the glow part.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 12:02 am
"Ah!" Mas made a contented sound as Sinatra made what seemed to be sounds of delight. "That is right Sinatra. That is magic. Your going to be my little magic user when you grow up aren't you? Daddies sweet little puppet." Mas continued to coo and speak softly until it was that SInatra managed to bring the diamon end to her mouth.
"Guh! Oh no no...yuck..." Mas twisted his face in disgust as he saw Sinatre get her baby drool onto the stone tip. "Nugh...I guess I will not be finishing that wand now." He spoke with a faint frown. His frown only deepened as he glanced at Ilmindia and saw that the boy had taken que from Sinatra and had begun to mouth on the crystal ball. "Well then. I suppose those are all yours now. I shall not be touching anything with slobber on it. Cleaned or not." Mas stood himself back then, and placed his hands upon his hips as he inspected the babies.
"Well...I think I've had enough of you for now. I'm sure there is something that needs to done with you...feeding, cleaning, changeing or something of that sort." Mas spoke mostly for himself, as he felt the children would not understand his words in the least right now. Yes...it was time to summon in the nanny and have her take the little beasts away. They really were not that interesting right now sadly. "Perhaps you'll be more interesting in a few months..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 4:15 pm
Oblivious to what her father was saying, Sinatra gummed the glowy-thing contentedly, keeping up a running commentary in which she exclaimed over the superior taste of the object and its interesting texture. This came across as burbles, most likely, to anyone listening to her. The only problem with her enthusiastic tasting of the glowy-thing was that her taster tended to leak if she left anything in it for too long. She didn't like when that happened because it was wet and she didn't like to be wet. So when the drool started to trickle down her chin she scrunched up her face and removed the glowy-thing to examine it again. She liked that it was still glowing.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 4:40 am
Mas turned and left the two babies alone on the bed. Crossing to the door of his room, he opened it and peered without. As he suspected, the nanny stood diligently outside, waiting for just this moment. Mas lifted his hand in a wordless beckoning and the nanny entered the room behind him. "I am finished with the pair. Take them away and do whatever it is you do with them. I'll inspect them next month sometime." He instructed the female as she crossed over to lift first Sinatra to her left him, and then Iiminidia to her right.
Iiminidia kept tight hold of the crystal ball that he had been gumming on, his blue eyes widening as he was lifted up by the familar care giving female. His gaze slipped to where Mas stood, and for the first time since being brought into the room he uttered a simple 'Ah' sound. Mas arched a brow at the dress wearing boy, then leaned forwards to give Sinatra a slight pat on the head.
"Good baby." He murmured with only a small touch of uncertainty in his voice. Was she old enough to understand praise at this stage? Well..it was never too soon to start right? "All right, off you go. Daddy has some plans to tend to." He replied afterwards and waved his hand for the nurse to carry the two away.
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