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 Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 6:30 pm
He was seriously beginning to get a work-out with all this hauling about that he was doing. The child, if one could even really call it that, was not at all a pleasure for him to touch, much less carry. It didn't matter if he was perfectly docile hanging beneath the wizard's arm or not.
For some reason Milton was recalling cancer issues in women who set their babies on a certain hip, and his scowl was deeply sunk into his features as he entered the Liberty Center school office. He had already dropped off the husk of the cabbage from which he had received his prize (burden right now), and the only issue to be dealt with now was enrolling his ward in for future classes.
Seeing as this was the very same school that raised him, he knew just where to go. Unfortunately, there seemed to be a line when he arrived, and a mother who was obviously having some sort of confrontation with one of the guidance counselors. Of course. Well, he refused to be standing any longer! Making even more irritated sounds through his nostrils, the redhead deposited his load on a seat and took the empty one beside. His staff, which had been floating behind him the entire way, leaned itself against a wall. Milton crossed his arms.
Adam's eerie blue eyes scoped out the new surroundings, a slow, silly grin crossing his muddy features. He turned it onto Milton, leaning against the arm of his seat with clear excitement and no regard to how his guardian was giving him sidelong stares. Slowly, the human snorted, and reached a boney hand to set it on one of the toddler's shoulders, then promptly seemed to forget about him. Adam's smile grew impossibly wider.
"Muuhhh..!"
Ignoring him.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 4:32 am
Olivia had dragged along both her children to sign Hale Elora up for classes for when she became a bit older; it was her experience that cabbage children tended to be fast-growing, and she wasn't going to snooze and lose out on an excellent education for her newest child.
As it was, the queue was scarily long, but Olivia had always been an optimistic sort, and had taken her place and set herself up for a long wait.
She had left Maddy in charge of taking care of Hale Elora in the meantime, making sure to give the older girl instructions to come if anything went wrong.
Not that it would. The butterfly girl was sitting in one of the strategically placed seats along the wall, cradling the baby on her lap - she wasn't quite large enough to hold Hale Elora with just her arms, seeing as the girl filled nearly her entire lap. She was a squirmy one, too.
She hadn't even noticed the newcomers who'd taken the seats to her left, but Hale sure had. Grinning in response to the grin of the newcomer - she was in that phase that all toddlers seemed to have where a smile always prompted a smile in return - she leaned closer, nearly falling off her sister's lap and into Adam's chair.
"Yay!" It was the only word she'd learned so far, but it pretty much seemed to sum up her feelings, anyway.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 6:12 pm
Adam was quite quickly distracted by a sound that seemed to echo his own incomprehensible jargon. He was far too young to be shy, and though the pale and gold little creature was like nothing he'd ever seen before (having only just been out due to his guardian's impartial nature) he held up his clay-made towards her.
This seemed to be the cue for Milton to remove his hand, his eyes flashing over Maddy and Hale like they were a threat. His mouth marked disapproval, as he was not at all privy to the thought of having a social child. Just what did that other little thing want? Why were they so friendly? Had he been like that as a child? No. No he hoped not...
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 9:36 am
Hale Elora clasped his hand with glee, her two chubby hands holding his slightly larger one. She was as petite as her sister had been at this age, much to the amusement of their mother.
She gurgled enthusiastically at him, eyes lighting up at the prospect of a new friend - and such a cool-looking one, too! To her baby-mind, his unusual blue eyes were nothing short of fantastic.
Maddy smiled embarrassedly at the older male beside Adam. "Sorry, she's a bit, umh, happy..?" There wasn't really any other word to describe her sister, in the child's mind. Then, remembering her mother's attempts to instill politeness into her, she valiantly continued: "Are you here to sign up for the Daycare too?"
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 11:35 am
Adam couldn't be any more pleased or excited than he was now about the stranger. His touch was limited, but he had some sense that she was very soft, flexing his fingers a little into her hands, laughing delightedly at the springy texture. She also had those strange things growing out of her head like his guardian did, and with his other hand he patted the golden locks. Never seen yellow before, and the other person had white. He was almost completely ignorant toward the conversation going on, only glancing to the side a moment when Milton's voice responded.
The wizard grunted at Madeline's statement dismissively, shifting in his seat briefly as he looked her over. Was that her child? She seemed a little young, but every time he turned around it seemed like kids were getting a lot more slutty. He snorted contemptuously to himself, before homing back on her question. "Yes," He replied uncomfortably, crossing his arms. "And school classes. For him."
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 3:04 am
Hale Elora cooed happily, ecstatic to have found someone who seemed every bit as interested in her as she was in him. And who felt so weirdly, too! Even her sister with the odd things coming out of her back didn't have skin like this; it was almost like one of the dolls her mom had given her to play with, except that he seemed very much alive and not quite as careworn, either.
So weird! She giggled, prodding her tiny, chubby fingers all along his hand, trying to get a feel for his skin. How neat! Wonder if he got booboos too when he fell over? He wasn't nearly as squishy as her, but he seemed like her otherwise.
"Bloofffphgst?" She inquired inquisitively.
Maddy nodded, looking just as uncomfortable as Milton. Well, at least her baby sister hadn't started chewing on the other toddler; she supposed that was always something. (She couldn't imagine the reaction of the older man, but she had a feeling it wouldn't go over well, even if it was normal for babies to put things in their mouth to get the hang of new textures. He didn't exactly look the understanding type, to put it nicely.)
But all the same, her mother had raised her politely and polite people continued the conversation that they'd foolishly started with slightly intimidating strangers.
"Was he a cabbage child too, then?" Maddy knew that it wasn't only cabbage-kids that went to the Liberty Center, but they seemed to be a majority, at least in her classes.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 11:45 am
He didn't seem to mind at all her experiments upon his 'skin'. In fact, he hardly felt it save for the pressure of her prodding, and he wasn't really paying attention to that when he was focusing on everything else about the other child. She was so bright! And nice! He burbled sounds back at her in earnest, wanting to find one that pleased her.
"Mmphobllle... brepsgrr! Bleghrdah..."
"Quiet." Milton ordered offhandedly, not at all liking the nonsense being spoken while he was trying to speak. Long and spindly fingers reached out even while Maddy spoke and pulled Adam by the back of his outfit, the one Milton has made himself, and effectively tugged the golem away from Hale Elora.
The girl was still speaking to him, he lamented. And the question really put him in a foul mood now, whether she had intended it or not. She was a device to taunt him, he was sure, for not having made the golem with his own magic. To be outdone by a poor-man's vegetable! "Yes, he is." He replied snappishly, "And I suppose your child and you are as well, hm? Just lovely."
He turned his head to leer at the woman still bickering at the counter, and reached for his staff then. This was taking far too long and getting far too uncomfortable for him. Patience was a virtue that had escaped him like many of life's privileges thus far. No words were spoken, but a small ripple could be seen in the air if one was really looking, like how heat contorted the air over a hot sidewalk.
First the woman had only lifted a leg to scratch at her other ankle while in mid-sentence, and then she became very quiet as something seemed to set in. Red splotches and welts grew along her bare legs in a polka-dotted fashion in view of the waiting room, then became known to the woman herself as she looked down. With a hurried dismissal to the desk, she fled, looking positively tortured with the overwhelming urge to itch.
Milton sniffed quietly, replaced his staff beside his seat. Oh look, things should be actually moving along now!
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