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 Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 9:52 pm
Raili sat on the couch, amethyst eyes darting warily around her new home. She wanted to go darting to her new room down the hall to hid, but...but Ms. Sommerset had insisted on having a "discussion". Rai chewed on her hair nervously, looking up at the imposing figure that was her new mother. "W-what did you want to talk about, ma'am?" she asked, her voice tiny and small. She didn't know this woman well, so she was doing her best to be a good girl. She didn't want to get hit....
"Raili." Aeren adressed, offering a small smile as she took a seat next to the poor girl. She was so young....and already with child! What kind of life had this poor little dear led? She was so skittish, like a little mouse. She reached over to tuck the young girl's hair behind her ear, only to pull away as the child flinched. "Little dear, I'm not going to hurt you." the currently-pale-skinned woman crooned, pulling the girl into a hug. She noted how the girl cringed, smiling sadly as she hugged the girl a bit tighter, trying to reassure her. "I know we've talked about this before on the way home....but I need to know, my little sweetheart. What happened to you? How to you end up with child? Who's the father?" Aeren waited, eyes widening as the girl began to cry.
"I-I'm sorry...." the little girafarig girl sobbed, hiding her face in her arms. "I didn't want to! Please don't send me back, I didn't mean to! I didn't want too....I'm a good girl, Ms. Sommerset, really I am! Don't send me away..." Raili was so afraid.....the last prospective parent she'd had had called her a whore and a harlot and had discarded her as soon as she had noticed the baby showing. Even though Ms. Sommerset already knew....that fear was still there. She didn't want to get tossed away again!
Aeren gave the girl a comforting squeeze, smoothing down her bubblegum pink hair. "Shh, now. It is okay." she murmured softly, trying to calm the girl. "You're here to stay, and I know you are a good girl. Just tell Mama Aeren what happened, alright?" Her tone was gentle, but it had an edge to it. This was the last time she wanted to ask this question; she wanted answers, and she wanted them now.
"I just wanted some place warm to stay..." the little girl said with a hiccup, hugging her new mother. "She said she'd keep me warm. She said that she'd...." the girl trailed off, sobbing. How could she have been so stupid? She rubbed at her eyes. "She....she did things. I told her to stop, but she wouldn't listen! It really hurt....and then my belly started to grow, and she kicked me out and called me a whore and...." Raili began crying again, leaning against the succubus. "I...I'm not a whore! I'm a good girl, ma'am, really I am! I'm a good girl..."
"Shh, it is alright. No need for tears." Aeren said, hugging the girl. "You're a good girl; you needn't worry yourself about that. Nor are you a whore." Oh, heavens above help the damned soul who dared do this to a girl so young! They'd have the wrath of a mother succubus to deal with, a business woman one at that! "Honey, who did it? You can tell Mama Aeren." she cooed, trying to keep the homicidal malice from her tone. Oh, when she found out who did it....woe betide them when she got her soon-to-be-claws on them!
"...was a goldfish girl...." Raili said softly, eyes down cast. "She lived in a lake by this really pretty house she owned...." The girl sniffled as the events played in her head. Her being lured into the water...being tethered down...then... The girafarig let out a little sob, closing her eyes tightly as she hugged her stomach. "I thought she cared..." she murmured softly, her voice muffled with tears.
Aeren gave her girl another squeeze, vowing vengeance should she ever come across the damnable goldfish. Vengeance, and a painful demise.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 3:14 am
Dear Diary;
Mrs. Sommerset gave you to me to write in. She said it was to keep track of my thoughts and experiences. Apparently, I'm supposed to write in you every day. I still don't get the reasoning behind these things, but writing in it makes Mrs. Sommerset happy, so I guess it couldn't hurt.
Today, I went with Mrs. Sommerset to go shopping. It was so awkward, being out in public....seeing their stares. We were buying me some actual maternity clothes, some baby clothes, and other necessities for the nursery. Apparently, a nursery is where babies sleep and play. I don't see the point in setting up a nursery yet; the baby isn't here yet, and we don't even know the gender. But Mrs. Sommerset said it was best to be prepared ahead of time. We're going out to buy paint tomorrow; the color scheme is going to be pastel yellow and mint green.
Mrs. Sommerset is paying for everything. I feel really, really bad. She explained that when she adopted me, she also adopted any possible little ones I might have. But, I still want to chip in to help. I'm going to try and earn some money to help. I'm not sure how I'll be able to, but I'm going to do my best! I'm also going to start doing all the chores; Mrs. Sommerset is so busy with her work. She deserves to come home and relax, especially after all she's done for me.
Oh! And I felt someone in my tummy move today! For the first time....I felt life inside me. It's such a wonderful feeling...I wonder if it's a Senka or a Betzazel? I hope it's a Senka; I'd love to have a little girl to fawn over. Though, a little boy would be okay too. Or maybe both, so they could keep each other company. The book Mrs. Sommerset bought me says the baby (or babies? I don't know.) can hear, so I'm playing them music right now. I hope they like it as much as I do.
I know I'm not the best or the most poetic writer, Diary. But, I'll try my best to improve. You'll see.
Sincerely,
Raili Iriene Sommerset
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 12:27 am
Dear Diary;
A lot has happened since I last wrote in you. I know it's been a while, so I have a lot to catch you up on. In short, I had my baby and I grew. Exciting, right? I knew you'd agree! But yeah, been busy with the baby; I haven't even had the time to think of writing in you. Sorry for neglecting you there for a while, old buddy. Let's keep this between you and me though, alright? Ms. Sommerset thinks I've been writing in you daily.
Anyways, about my baby. I named her Joris, and she's absolutely, positively the most precious thing I've ever laid eyes on. She's so happy and bubbly; she's like joy personified. She's so tiny and cute, too! I carry her nearly everywhere with me now; I just don't want to put her down. I admit that I might be spoiling her with all my doting, but I can't help it! I'm sure you understand, Diary. She's simply the best thing that's ever happened to me, regardless of the circumstances that gave her to me. I wouldn't trade her for the world.
Ms. Sommerset has been doting on her too. It's kind of nice to see her slow down for a moment to play with the baby. She works so hard, and now Joris is here to give her a reason to take breaks. Which is really good. Ms. Sommerset was really wearing herself thin; hopefully now she'll take some well needed rest time. Joris adores her grandmother, too; watching them play is really nice. I was kind of worried Ms. Sommerset might not like her. I'm glad she does. Really glad.
I also grew shortly after my little angel was born. It was really odd. I got chest heavy all of a sudden, but Ms. Sommerset said some of that might be pregnancy hormones. I kind of hope so; it's weird. I miss being younger; this new height is hard to get used to. I'm so uncoordinated! I keep tripping and falling. I also had to buy new clothes since none of mine fit me anymore. But, the good news about my new age is that I can help out more.
Diary, it seems that everything is changing. For the better, mind you, but change is still change. I'm sure I'll adjust with time. Until next time!
-- Raili
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