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 Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 10:18 pm
 The teacup rattled on the saucer as Cirrus set it down at the end of the table - the seventh, the most important, waiting for a guest. Chamomile was meant to soothe the nerves and Cirrus took a sip from his own cup, instantly burning his tongue. He placed it back on the table and perched on the edge of his favourite seat, the cushions not inviting when his back was so stiff and his heartbeat was thundering in his chest. At the other side of the table sat his children. They’d gotten so big, so fast. It seemed like only yesterday they had been small and helpless, swaddled in blankets. He’d barely slept. If they weren’t crying for attention, it was because he was watching them breathe as they slumbered. Counting each rise and fall of their chests. His beautiful children. His heart was filled up with love. He owned them the truth now. They were old enough. They deserved to meet their mother instead of wondering, going off his own vague stories and warnings. But how much should they know? Not all of it. Not yet. When they were Old Enough and if they wanted, he would tell them about his childhood, about the water and the monster that had dragged him down. The monster that he had fallen in love with, and was their mother. Cirrus could feel his children’s curiosity and he finally cleared his throat, “I... I have a few things to tell you.”In the cluttered living room, sitting beside her siblings, Witch Hazel watched her father as his nerves seemed to skyrocket. He alternated between twitchy and too stiff, eyes too big, doleful. She wanted to reach out and soothe him but he’d asked them to sit, had served them tea, and clearly had something important to discuss. It could be anything, from their favourite snack being discontinued at the store to some terrible fate written in the clouds. She shuffled forward and carefully spooned honey into her chamomile. Witch Hazel said nothing, just waited patiently.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 11:26 pm
Rosary followed her father's movements in the kitchen and around the table with her eyes. His nervous energy was thick like miasma. You didn't need to be gifted to tell something was wrong, their dad was nervous. No..he was scared. Rosie clutched Azarov closer to her chest as it tightened with his words, her companion much more comforting then the hot cup of tea in front of her was meant to be. She sat quietly, waiting on slightly shaking breath for what Cirrus wanted to discuss with them.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 9:50 am
 Lightbringer's wings fluttered gently as he sat and waited with a steady little smile on his face. Father was clearly worried and scared, but it was clear that no matter how obviously agitated the older pegasus was he wasn't going to say something yet. Not until that seventh spot at the far end of the table was filled. He trained his eyes on that one cup and took a deep sigh. Lightbringer's mind was racing as various scenarios of what all of this could mean played like a movie on fast-forward. Were his sisters and brothers curious about the as yet ownerless cup? What did they think was going to happen? Were they scared? If they were scared would there be anything he could do to help? Would they want help? Keep it together, old boy, he thought to himself. It would all be alright; their father would keep them safe. Father always knew best.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 10:19 pm
"Has somebody died, father?" Cadejo made himself comfortable next to Rosary, in a gap that did not fit him. There was a perfectly reasonable sized spot just a little bit to the left, but did not involve inconveniencing his sister so what even was the point? He wasn't really concerned with whatever it was his father was getting at. Unless that they were all adopted. Which would be exciting, if unsurprising news. After all, father wasn't exactly the most colorful of ponies. And and it may have been something he'd been mentioning offhandedly to upset his siblings here and there. Seeing their faces after being proven right would be like Christmas all over again. Cadejo was more focused in watching his siblings, the first one to look away would get salt in their tea. Innocently slipped in with magic in hopes they wouldn't notice. (OOC: Anyone who wants to lay claim to now having salty tea, knock yourself out)
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 11:44 pm
 Silver Lining happened to look away first. He was counting the cups, mindful that everyone had their tea the way they liked it, nudging sugar and honey and milk when he thought it prudent to remind them it was there. The babben was, as usual, placid as a moonlit lake in a windless night. It wasn't that he didn't feel the tension; on the contrary, it made him move more deliberately to try and counter it. Plopped in the center of his siblings, Silver Lining hoped to be a sort of emotional anchor for what looked liked was going to be a stressful moment.
(Mostly, he looked ready to comfort Rosary.)
He was already preparing some optimistic spins as he unwittingly stirred his salt in, in case there really had been a death in the family. So far, the best one seemed to be, At least we didn't know them very well, so it doesn't hurt as much. Something told Silver Lining that it did involve someone coming by, though, or else why would there be an empty seat? His hopeful heart swelled at the idea that maybe, just maybe...
"Is someone coming?" he asked, large and sad eyes peering up at Cirrus. "Should we clean up?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2018 1:45 am
“No, no,” Cirrus hurried to assured, his voice strained. “Nobody is dead.” He dragged in a shuddering breath. Instead of saying anything else, he took a moment to collect his thoughts, which had unhelpfully scattered again, his nerves chasing them around his mind. It wouldn’t do any of them any good to pass on his fear and uncertainty to his children. He gathered himself. It was time. La Llorona deserved to be in their lives and they deserved to know who she was. Keeping the family apart would only hurt them in the long run. Just that morning Cirrus had read his own tea leaves and they had demanded honesty. “Someone is coming but there is no need to clean up.” He looked at their trusting faces and it gave him the strength to continue. “Your mother will be joining us.”He didn’t give them time to interrupt, more words jumping from his tight chest in a rush, “I know I’ve warned you about her. Over and over. That was for a good reason. Your mother,” drowns children, “is sometimes unable to control herself or her urges. We both decided it would be better if you didn’t meet her until you were old enough to understand.
Our past is very complicated but we both want to do our very best for you. You will still need to be careful, we all will, but now you will know who she is.”--- Witch Hazel never managed to get her tea to her mouth. It sat between her hooves, steam rising from the surface. ignored as she listened to her father, with his sorrowful voice and pleading looks. Mother. Of course she had wondered, but it had never lingered in her thoughts, trusting that Cirrus knew what was best for them. Now her gaze wandered to the end of the table, to that lonely cup and her curiosity ignited. Urges. It was a dark word and she couldn’t help but lean forward to look at Cadejo, sensing the connection. Still she said nothing, finally sipping her tea. It would have been better if she could perform a spell, light some candles for good fortune but they would simply have to deal with whatever their mother brought.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2018 9:21 pm
She automatically shuffled to the side, a tiny frown as Cadejo wedged himself beside her. Mother. The word both frightened and fascinated her. While she did squeeze Azarov a little tighter, she also leaned forward on her cushion, violet eyes large with curiosity. "So..she's coming here?" she asked, glancing over at the waiting cup. "We'll see her and she'll talk to us and everything?" She was so wrapped up in the idea of the long warned against, long locked away mother of them all that she didn't totally absorb Cirrus brushing over his wife's less..than healthy desires. A small smile actually dared to light up her face.
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