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 Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 7:13 am
The deep green foliage moved aside with a gentle rustle, parting in the wake of a team of explorers. Their leader, a blonde-haired boy of no more than three years of age, moved forward, motioning for his party to follow closely behind.
“Castor...?” a soft voice queried from behind, the sound belonging to another fair-haired toddler. This was Colette, Castor’s twin sister and opposite, although the two shared and unspeakable and unshakable bond that had saved their lives on occasion.
“Mmm?” Castor answered, casting a quick emerald glance back to his sibling.
“Where are we goin’?” the girl asked, casting wide sapphire eyes at the ‘jungle’ around them.
In truth, the jungle was nothing more than the depths of their backyard, or more correctly their yard and sparse forest their home backed onto, but to the children’s imaginations it was resemblant of tangled maze of vines and other greenery.
“Exploring!”. The reply was swift, although it did not come from Castor. Instead an elder child answered, Aysu; her pale blue skin and green locks making her almost invisible amongst the flora.
“Treasure hunting” another voice piped in, belonging this time to a young woman in her early twenties. Despite her age, Maiara was just as juvenile as her charges, with a more vivid and eccentric mind.
Castor nodded in emphatic agreement with his sisters, grinning at Colette before extending his arms to the side to help him balance as he crossed a fallen log. “Yeah, just like Indiana Jones!” the child exclaimed with delight, leaping dramatically from the end of the downed tree and onto the ground below. He had seen the movie only recently, on one of the occasions when his mothers had been called away and one of his elder siblings left in charge, and had been eager to emulate the films heroic main character ever since. Today had been his first opportunity, with both Ava and Astraea busy with the babies, and Castor and his siblings ushered outside to play under the ‘astute’ supervision of Maiara. Being the charismatic individual that he was, or rather was emulating, the toddler had easily convinced the butterfly-hybrid to accompany him and his party on their little venture; and thus their adventure had began.
Crossing the make-shift bridge behind their brother, Colette, Aysu and Maiara touched down on the ground one behind the other; falling back in to step with Castor who was already several feet ahead.
Suddenly the quartet’s leader slowed and then stopped, his eyes reflecting a mixture of delight, apprehension and surprise. From behind a dense collection of bushes a thick fog floated, wrapping around Castor and causing him to shiver. There was something unusual about the haze, a thickness, density, that shouldn’t have been afforded to vapour at this time of the day and year. Clutching his hands into fists and inhaling sharply the boy surged forward, pushing through the bushes and to whatever awaited on the other side.
“Castor!” Colette, Aysu and Maiara cried out in unison, quickly hurrying after the rambunctious toddler.
The three didn’t have to move far before they caught up with their brother, Castor having stopped not far from the vegetation he had charged through; his expression slack and lips frozen in an ‘o’ of surprise. Similar expressions were soon being worn by worn all-round as four pairs of eyes fell upon a most extraordinary sight; a trio of infants, sleeping peaceful in spite of their surroundings, clinging to one another at what appeared to be the mists epicentre. Slowly, as if having served its purpose, the haze began to weaken and finally disappeared, leaving Castor, Colette, Aysu and Maiara staring dumbfounded at the triplets before them.
“Are they treasure?” Aysu asked curiously, tilting her head and frowning.
“Of course!” Maiara replied with glee, bright blue wings beating happily against her back as she stepped closer to the infants. “Aysu, help me carry them” the woman commanded gently, handing the still sleeping blue hair child to the young girl. Lifting the other two into her arms, a chestnut-haired boy and a pink-locked girl, Maiara turned back the way that they had come.
“Time to show everywon our treasure?” Castor asked, smiling brightly.
Maiara nodded, the action provoking a giggle of joy from Castor as he hurried to take the lead once more. His mothers were going to enjoy this booty, he just knew, and he would be hailed as a hero just like Indiana Jones.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 1:52 am
Holed up in one of the lower rooms of her family’s ramshackle home, music blaring incessantly through headphones wedged in her multiple pierced, Lucienne barely noticed the rapid pace of well over a dozen pairs of feet, belonging to her numerous siblings, issuing down the stairs. Narrowing her dual-toned eyes, the demoness swiftly abandoned her musical downtime, grumbling as the headphone wires tangled themselves in her stubby horns, and marched from the room to see what the sudden fuss was about. Her feet didn’t have to travel far before she stumbled upon the crushing mass of her family, all falling over one another to catch a glimpse of the sight that rested at the centre of the huddle.
“What’s going on?” Lucienne half demanded, half pleaded, glancing to the teenage twins, Leonardo and Nephele, who also stood toward the back of the mob.
“That’s what we’re…” Leonardo began, sapphire eyes shining with mirth.
“…about to find out” Nephele finished, laughing happily at the bemused expression on Lucienne’s face.
Producing a designed contraption, long and thin in nature, with a small camera proudly resting at it pinnacle, from where is had rested hidden against his side, Leonardo deftly extended the device over the heads of his gathered siblings and depressed a button on the handle, causing the camera to click several times in quick succession. Instantaneously, as the camera noises faded, a series of whirrs, buzzes and clacks coursed their way down the metallic length of the machines body, resulting in a black and white screen flicking to life inches above the apparatuses handle. What Lucienne saw caused her eyes to widen and tanned hands coil into fists.
“More?! NO! No way! There are too many babies in this house, TOO MANY! All they do is cry and s**t, and I’m not changing any more diapers, or babysitting, or getting up in the middle of the night because the rodents won’t stop screaming. Nuh-uh, no way in HELL!” Lucienne savagely raged, navy coloured locks dancing as she shook her head vehemently from side-to side.
As if suddenly blasted with a jet of icy air the room froze as toddlers; children; teenagers and adults silently questioned one another about how to respond to Lucienne’s outburst. Boldly, or naively it could be argued, Castor stepped forward, the huddled mass of his family parting to allow the boy to reach Lucienne from where he stood at the centre of the huddle.
“Fwey not babies, fwey treasure we found while ‘spolorin” Castor stated with confidence, green eyes firm with resolve. “Maia said so, and Mamas’ too” the toddler continued, glancing toward Maiara, Ava and Astraea, each smiling softly and nodding with encouragement.
“Yeah, and that means they are special and p…p…pres…us!” Aysu added, stumbling over the new and challenging word she had heard Leia utter when she had spied Vahn, Noa and Gala.
“Somebody else, somebody bad, might find and steal the treasure if we don’t hide it here” another voice offered, belonging to a pink-haired child with ebony bat-like wings sprouting from her back, seven year old Lupe.
“…And that would be bad…right?” Stellan, a shy and quiet boy around Lupe’s age, interjected in a bare whisper.
“Right” Lupe and Aysu answered in unison, prompting the girls’ to grin in amusement.
Rolling her eyes, Lucienne huffed indignantly. “You’re all mad” the teenager grumbled, turning on her heels and stomping back to her shared room to sulk at her defeat. Despite her loss, Lucienne still had every intention to follow through with her earlier refusals, and family be damned if she were going to budge.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 9:14 am
It continually surprises me the variety of mysterious and unusual circumstances through which children find their way into our home, and, although Astraea and I are finding ourselves further stretched in order to meet their needs, each has proven to be a blessing in their own unique way. They are not always easy to deal with and often have strong opinions which they hold no qualms in expressing, as Lucienne clearly demonstrated when she discovered the arrival of three new additions to the Moncrieffe /Tremaine family – Vahn, Noa and Gala. The triplets are adorable, although the only traits they hold in common are the unusual bands each infant wears around a single wrist. They are curious constructions, appearing to have no clasp with which to remove them and ebbing with a gentle, benevolent power; one that I have come to believe is more sentient them appearances convey. Astraea has noticed as much also, although she is insistent that I not dwell on and trouble myself on the issue – emphasising that Vahn, Noa and Gala are happy and healthy, and thus that whatever energies reside in their adornments bares them no ill will.
So far, after initial teething issues and room rearrangements, the triplets appear to be settling in well, and the other children have taken quite a shining to them; especially Castor, who still delights in retelling the story of how he found his ‘treasure’ to anyone willing to listen. Lucienne still avoids the infants, but she avoids all of the little one whenever possible and ventures from her room only to eat, and even that is conducted in stony silence. Her behaviour is worrisome, and I hope it proves to be a phase that she will soon outgrow, as, in all honesty, I find her far to intimidating to bother broaching the subject in the forced conversations she partakes in. I best end my writings here as the babies have just woken and commenced crying, in unison no less, and it will take all available hands to organise feedings and diaper changes. Farewell.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 10:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 12:37 am
A short while ago, following the path of a downed star, Vale, Shiva and Shina came upon a unique clinic, and, after must pestering from the children, Ava and I finally relented and allowed Valerius and the others to lead us to their ‘discovery’. In retrospect, I think we should have held out longer or quelled the children’s’ notions in some way, for we ending up welcoming another set of triplets into our home. I have no doubt how terrible that sounds, and one could be forgiven for thinking that I abhor Julian, Livia and Abigail, but nothing could be further from the truth. They are darling babies, and, although we have only cared for them a short while, they have proven to be a true delight – usual crying fits and infant fussiness aside. My concern rests with the financial responsibility of raising so many children, especially when we have welcomed two sets of triplets in a matter of months. There are now eleven babies to care for; eleven to find bedding for; to buy diapers and formula for; to clothe; to feed; to bathe; to put down to sleep; to tend to in the middle of the night, and the list continues to grow exponentially. While every tries their best to deal with the demands of caring for so many infants; the older ones taking on jobs to help pay for rising costs, not to mention helping with care in general, and the younger children aiding with the smaller tasks, such as preparing bottles, food and playing with the little ones as best they can, I can’t help but think it unfair that they should sacrifice their own needs, their childhood, in order to cater for their youngest siblings. None would even complain though, and most vehemently maintain that they enjoy being so responsible and lending a hand.
Ava, sweet Ava, continues to suggest that we use her trust fund, the legacy left to her by her late parents, to supplement our family’s income, but I will not hear such nonsense. We aren’t down and out yet; we are continuing to plod along despite the circumstances, and, until such a time in which things are looking significantly bleak, that money will remain locked away and in Ava’s care.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 12:46 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 10:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 10:44 pm
((Reserved - Journal Entry [Growth]))
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 10:47 pm
((Reserved - Journal RP [Green Thumbs?]))
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 4:24 am
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