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 Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 8:55 pm
Nara stood at the statue waiting for the kids to arrive. Not much seemed different with the woman until one saw the leash connected to her wrist. Instead of leading to a puppy or some other pet, the leash connected to a red-headed toddler. Sighing as Zane pulled on the leash yet again, Nara check her watch. Hopefully the kids would arrive soon.
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 4:00 pm
The first child to arrive had actually be one of the LAST children to be seen in-shop. He was seated on his father's shoulders, both legs around the man's neck, in an attempt to not allow his rather large stinger to poke anyone. His father had been taking venom treatments for the better part of the last year - he was pretty much immune to getting stung by his son. Which was a good thing, and something he decided to get done after having to go to the hospital for the sixth time.
"We got your summons." Fuego said, sauntering into view. Cody pulled a bit at the now-short flame-red hair, and made a cooing noise. "We came as soon as we heard."
He looked rather good for as long as he'd been gone. Gotten his hair cut short. There were no longer wounds on his arms. The ring on his left ring-finger was gone, though, and his eyes were slightly more haunted.
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Right behind the other two, came the blonde and brunette that had been granted charge of Gray. Gray, of course, was being held. And Zael, the blonde, was doing the holding. Both boys looked exhausted. Perhaps they'd been doing something difficult over the last months, as they were... well... Not sick, but they didn't look well. Gray looked just fine, curled into Zael's arms, and watching the world around him with an alert and passionate glare toward everything that caught his interest. Almost as if he were cataloging things for later use.
"We also got the summons." Aaron said, yawning, and gesturing to Zael. "Both of us want to help - wherever we can. Just put us to work."
Gray snuggled deep into Zael's arms, and watched the toddler on the leash, as if sizing him up for something else BESIDE a leash. A lazy smirk quirked his lips.
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