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 Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 4:16 pm
As the end of October closed, the beginning of November brought new changes. A slightly warmer measure of air, and the baking dryness of a desert surrounding the small village. Any spots of shade were welcome, and even the birds had seemingly gone quiet upon this warm morning.
For the two furry creatures finishing their rounds, it was far too hot. To try and alleviate the heat, the pair had decided to head out early. So, with the promise of burnt breakfast burning in the pits of their stomachs, the older furry heaved the large box in her arms. Large may not have been the right word for it, the cardboard box was enormous, complete with a bold red sticker that stuck to one side, stating simply "Fragile".
Behind her, a young white Aerandir girl trailed. Clutched between both furry hands sat a set of colourful leaflets, which the little girl had been instructed to post into all inhabited doors. Despite her new found responsibility, Blanche didn't stray far from Emi, her long white tail slithering across the back of her legs in a reminiscing wag as they turned around the corner, heading up the middle stretch that lead past their last house for leaflet dropping; number eleven.
Even her baubles rippled in the morning light, the odd clink of the metal amulet touching them causing one to bathe in a rich glow, onto to transmit that glow else ware once the metal bounced off the edge of the glass. It was almost periodical, the gentle too and fro swipe of each step followed with a darker glow. Even stranger perhaps was that this glow seemed to fend off any chips, rather, the baubles seemed strengthened by the amulet, far from being damaged.
In truth, she didn't know what these flyers said. She'd slowly grasped the matter of reading, but this type was small, concentrated and far more difficult than the simple stories she'd grasped so far. Even so, it felt nice to know she could help her mother.
"I'll see if I can't make a sausage sandwich when we get back. I'll try not to burn it this time, eah?" Emi spoke, her words muffled by the great cardboard box held up. Her ears twitched lightly on the mid-morning air, seeming fully awake for the first time in a while. It appeared having a child in the house forced the normally morning-shy Emi to wake herself up, and even more strangely; to step into the kitchen.
Behind her, Blanche simply nodded. Her lips curled up in a smile, trotting a few steps to meet up with her Mother. Reaching up, one white paw grasped onto the back of the keppit's dark blue t-shirt, white fingers coiling up within the material. To her, she didn't quite know the difference between raw sausages, burnt sausages and perfectly done. They were nice either way.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 3:20 pm
((Wah! Sorry it took me so long to get on! gonk ))
Doris was doing the dishes, up to her elbows in soap-suds, the aroma of creamy maple fudge in the air. The Holidays were coming, and Doris was wasting no time. Two plates sat on the cupboard containing the fudge she'd just made, cut into perfect squares, begging to be eaten.
"Tayte!" Doris called.
"Yes, Dodo?" Came the reply, and the little ermine/blue bird of paradise Aerandir appeared in the doorway, handsome head cocked to the side in a bird-like show of curiousity, though his eyes had already found the fudge and he was gazing at it longingly.
Doris smiled fondly at the young boy. "I seem to have made a little too much fudge..." she said with a twinkle in her eye. Tayte took his cue and reached for a square. "I kin help you with dat!" He chirped, taking a large, greedy bite out of the treat.
Doris laughed. "Don't eat it too quickly, Tayte, or you'll get a stomach-ache."
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 3:44 am
The smell of creamy fudge may have been lost on one furry, but by the other the smell swelled memories of sticky fingers and a certain cake shop down the road. Emi stopped mid-footing, as if that sickly sweet aroma would fade from all existence if she took another step forwards. Keppit ears twitched back against her furry head, tail instantaneously swirling into a soft wag behind her.
Unfortunately, for the other, who apparently didn't know that smell; little Blanche walked right into her mother. Like a comedy duo, who had practiced this act many a time, the little girl leapt back; fliers firmly clutched between two furry hands as not to go astray first thing on this November morning.
Once tail met with white fur, the guardian whipped around, a rather guilty expression haunting her face. Bending down to heave the heavy box to the floor, Emi took two little white furred hands within her own. Metallic blue eyes scanned over knees, elbows, face and ears: thank goodness, not a scratch to be found. Letting a smile adorn her furry features, the guardian flicked one ear towards the last (tantalizingly tasty smelly) house left.
"One left, how about you go and give this one in person, eah?" The younger girl barely wavered at the question, fox ears twitching lightly as she gazed up towards her guardian. A moment later, a distinct rumble sounded at the bottom of two empty stomachs simultaneously.
"Then we'll go get some food," Emi couldn't feign back a chuckle, nudging her daughter forwards towards the door.
With the promise of food, and perhaps the concept of dragging her mother to get the ice packs waiting in the Ar 'Idil freezer, Blanche positively skipped up towards the main door. Though, once there, the white fox Aerandir found herself at a loss of what to do. White ears flickered right back to her head, carefully raising up one nimble hand to knock on the door. Emi was right behind her, there was nothing to be scared of, right? Bar of course the sweet smell emitting from one window, which strangely sparked memories of yellow sherbet filled sweets from her gryphon stage.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 8:56 pm
The soft knock was lost on Doris as she bustled about the kitchen, making quite a bit of noise and mumbling to herself as she always did while cooking. But Tayte's sensitive ears picked up the sound and he scurried to the front room to see who the visitor could be.
He paused at the door, cocking his head as he listened. He didn't recognize the knock. Could it be...someone new? Excited now, the small boy rocked back and forth on the pads of his feet while calling out "Who is it?" in a happy, sing-songy voice. He'd been taught by David never to open doors unless he knew who was on the other side.
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