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 Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 9:19 pm
“Hiwherr, hiwherr” Aya squealed with delight, tiny hands clinging tightly to the chains of the swing as the equipment was given another stout push. This prompted another burst of joyous cries from the toddler, who kicked her legs back and forth excitedly (clearly unaware that keeping her limbs straight would ensure she soared higher).
Lifting a pallid hand to shield her sensitive eyes from the sun, Guinevere gave the swing another upwards push as it returned toward Earth, openly smiling in the wake of her daughter’s happiness. Generally, the naga despised the outdoors, or, more specifically, public open-air spaces, but, given the startling abundance of sunshine, Guinevere had decided to make an exception to her standard rule. The choice was clearly proving beneficial, both because it allowed the snake-woman to warm herself (and consequently her demeanour), but also because it allowed her to spend quality time with her daughter away from the dark confines of their subterranean home.
With her frame firmly held within the confines of the swing’s bucket seat and restraints, Aya gingerly released her grip upon the chains and extended her arms outwards. “Wook Mama, I’m fwying!” the little girl giggled, flapping her arms rapidly up and down.
Guinevere smiled, dissolving into merry laughter of her own. “Be careful Aya, I don’t want you taking off and flying away” the woman replied, a distant hiss running behind her words.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 4:26 pm
Oh, joy. Another sunny day! That means another fantastic day to play at the playground! After whining and moping around the house from six a.m until right about now, Milo ran around joyfully by the playground in small circles flapping his arms up and down and...clucking?
"Look'it me, Creea!" He chirped before clucking three times. "I'm a chicken! Big brother taught me to do this!"
Right behind Milo was Creea staring at her younger cousin as if he was some sort of alien.
"Great Milo! Your big brother sure taught you great things..." She muttered.
She then sighed at the remark about her deceased older cousin, Spencer. It had been almost three years since he died and Milo still can't say 'Spencer' without chocking up with tears and wailing. Creea thought that the fact that Spencer died caused some sort of brain damage to Milo, Like he woke up and suddenly he was somewhat mentally ill. She remembered the joyful and happy Milo up to the day before Spencer's death. Then...The real Milo vanished. Tears filled Creea's eyes as the face of her dying cousin came to her mind, but they quickly left as Armaroq tapped Creea's shoulder.
"I see Milo's learned a new trick..." He whispered to Creea. "One of these days he will end up being in a mental ward..."
Creea nodded slowly with a sigh. "Yeah...I know.." She replied fast for Milo was hugging her legs.
"Swings cousin! Swings!" He cried out. "Please Creea?"
Creea smiled at Milo and fuzzed his hair. "Sure thing little guy..."
Milo's eyes lit up and he dashed to the nearest swing before Creea could even begin to walk after him. He sat on the swing and looked around confused.
"Brother?" He asked the air. "Brother push me!"
Creea almost immediatly knew that Milo was having one of his 'My brother is still here with me alive' moments. She grabbed Armaroq's hand and tried with all her might to run, but was too late. Milo had begun to cry.
"Crap!" She exclaimed. "Not here! Not now!"
Milo cried into his hands because he had remembered once more that Spencer was dead. So he sat on the swing crying as Creea stood a few feet away shaking her head.
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