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 Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:25 am
Ianna lay on one of the large hammocks hanging between two of the largest trees in the garden. It was -her- spot. Nobody, not even Matilda, dared go near that spot...unless they were sure that Ianna wouldn't know. That was, at least, her sanctuary.
When she was in that spot, her little family knew not to bother her. New people, however, probably wouldn't know that. Currently, on her face, were her dark-rimmed glasses, and her eyes were busily scanning the text of a small paper back. A romance novel, no less.
She was tired of reading that damned book of life and death.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:33 am
Kinky.
Patrick was just meandering with his little wand - this is where they came to escape things such as life. Mordread was at home with Akuti, and Iamel was showing Akilah video games (He didn't want to KNOW how that would go) But...times like these were his vacations.
A short ******** vacation - an hour or two at most.
"Right, foxboy?"
His thoughts, as usual, were disjointed and not altogether normal...Yashima didn't mean to mind. Patrick just shrugged, pausing when he saw Ianna. To say hi? Or to - s**t. Foxboy was floating over to her, and he had settled in the crevice of her open book.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:38 am
Ianna blinked, wondering if her glasses had fogged since she could no longer see the words. Then she realized the color that was blocking the text was not the normal hazy white and took her glasses off, blinking yet again. "Baby ghostling?" she asked.
That would mean she had visitors. Lovely. Patrick was here. That usually meant the screaming little parrot-girl. On her vacation. "Coailiann's not he--" Silver eyes turned to look at Patrick, noticing he was parrot free and sighed. Good.
"Hello, Patrick. I see you left the brood at home today?" she offered a smile and carefully closed the book, away from the baby ghost.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:42 am
"I need a vacation too!" His voice was a soft laugh on the wind, holding his hand out lightly. The ghost, used to such beconings, slide over, away from Ianna with a small tail-wriggle, and onto Patricks hand.
"Lahela is learning to walk and it's very scary. I try to stay away." A faint smile, fingers moving to 'pet' at the little baby ghost. It churred, quietly, in his head, stretching out and arching its little ghost self happily. "What about you? No kay?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:51 am
"I suppose we all do. I'm on one right now. Set Coailiann loose on Matilda, who is overjoyed, I'm sure. She adores that little girl and she never cries for her." The woman rolled her eyes and leaned comfortably in her hammock.
"I don't mind, I guess. It's nice to be alone without the screaming...Coailiann's slowly beginning to walk, too. I shudder to think how she will be once she's fully mobile." the woman narrowed her eyes. "And what kind of trouble will Lahela and Kay get into together?" A shudder. "Dear god, save us all."
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 8:59 am
"Two cute bundles of pain in the a** - one who can snap at your fingers and the other who can toss apples at your face." He paused, eyes widening themselves before narrowing into slits.
"Ianna...I fear the future." Patricks voice was a sigh, fingers still petting at the hovering bundle of black and blue energy, nose wrinkling a little, "Sad thing is this little guy seems saner then he rest of us."
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 12:41 pm
"Oh dear god, Patrick. We'll need those baby leashes that I've seen people walking around with!" she laughed at that. She was kidding, but it would be nice to do that. For her, not for Kay.
Her eyes went to the baby ghost and she stood up, moving towards them and giving a soft caress of the smoke. "Hey there lil' guy. You know what an insane family you're going into?" she giggled.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 4:24 pm
"I think he likes the thought of our psycho household." Patrick joked quietly, watching how the woman interacted with the small wiff of smoke.
it wriggled, a little, puffing up just a bit more then normal. The small spikes of its 'ears' (at least...he thought they were. It WAS a fox, right?) flickered a few times. Its diminutive frame shifted from patrick to Ianna easily enough, crooning in patricks head and rubbing up against her as much as it could without falling apart.
"I figure he WILL be a guy, though..I get that feel from him anyway. I'm probably wrong."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 7:17 pm
Ianna chuckled softly. "Then it's a little insane itself, isn't it?" she smiled and stroked at the blue and black smoke, tenderly. Matilda's stage had lasted a day or two.
"If you feel it will be a boy, you are the only one who would really know. He is bonded to you, he is yours. IF you feel it in your heart, your heart is most likely correct." she looked to Patrick, silver eyes shining slightly. It was so easy to tell she was a mortal, she was no different from him.
And she risked her life every day to help her daughter. "So we should start calling him Yashima, no?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 7:24 pm
"Well...I could be wrong." He laughed quietly, shoulders rising into a careless shrug, watching as the woman petted at the rather affectionate little floating ball of smoke. "It could be the blue smoke that's making me think that it's a boy - stereotypes ands hit, y'anno?"
One more shrug, smiling still at her, "I've already begun calling him Yashima, actually... He responds to it." He paused, lips pursing a little, nose wrinkling up. "I think he likes it, anyway? I can never be sure. The ghost...bit...just wriggles and winds around my fingers when I do. I like to assume that's a good thing, 'cause he does that a lot."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 7:29 pm
A wry smile. "You've grown attatched, Patrick." Ianna's head turned, letting her pale lips kiss the smoke, which had solidified just a bit more than it had previously. "And the child knows it. It will be here soon, Patrick. I feel them solidifying. If you haven't done so already, I'd secure a space for him."
She paused. "And get bottles. And diapers. And other things you need...Specifically for him. I only ask that you bring him in to see me when he's finally here, completely. Can you do that?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 7:33 pm
"Mordread went nuts baby shopping - we have color coded bottles and binkies and s**t." He grinned a bit further in rememberance, "Akuti is green, Akilah is red and little Yashima is dark blue - he has his own little half of the room with the psycho little meerkat. Own bed and s**t too...That's where the wand sleeps at night."
He pauses, head shaking, "It used to stay in my room but...With Mordread... it felt kinda...weird to have a...wisp thing there when we...y'know." His cheeks went red and the little fox wisp trembled a bit - he could hear little gigglish noises. "..stop laughing, fox." Grumble.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 7:37 pm
"Made the non-existant babies?" she asked, raising a brow. "I'm sure that was a good idea, to move him. May give him ideas in the future I'm sure you won't want to deal with." a smirk touched her lips.
"And I wouldn't expect anything less of Mordread than that. Are you sure he's male?" She watched the interactions and couldn't help but shake her head. "Cute."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 7:47 pm
"Well, fox boy IS gonna grow up and IS gonna have sex...eventually... I think... Doesn't mean I have to help urge it along, y'know?" He grinned a bit more, moving slowly to lean on the tree near Ianna, huffing still at the trembling/laughing puff of smoke.
"Oh yes. Completely sure that mOrdread is male. Very male. Very. Very male. Trust me on that one."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 7:49 pm
She smirked at Patrick's insistance. "I meant on the inside, lovely. I'm sure he's very much so a male on the outside, but sounds like a girl to me." a soft little giggle.
Ianna was now in a rather childish mood.
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