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 Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 10:55 am
Ari had brought Inanna over to the compound around noon. Regular visits were required, she knew, if she chose not to live there. It was a little tiring at times, since she had to constantly visit here and some other locations for her other charges. She also had to keep up a job as well. Seemed like she was just darting left and right these days. But, no one said the visits could be relaxing. She had brought a basket with some food for lunch, a blanket, and a few outdoor toys that Ina might use. She had also brought a book for herself. Might as well welcome the nice day by staying outside, right?
Ari found a spot under a nice tree and set everything down, letting Ina loose with a large bouncy all in hand. She raced away with a giggle in her creamy pink dress, moving her bare feet through the tickling stalks of grass. She went over to one of the sidewalks and with a wag of her tail began to bounce the ball around. Oh! That bounce went too high! She squeeked and ran after it as it rolled away.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 11:02 am
Gavin always did have a knack for escaping without notice. This time Mommee had been bringing up grosherys--what were they called? Nevertheless, the door had been wide open. Freedom! So now he crawled around this big new world, wanting to see everything. He also had a knack for climbing down stairs, which left him somewhere near the gate, not that he knew where he was.
A new noise reached his ears. It sounded hollow, and bouncy. Bouncy things were fun! He turned around as a ball rolled and bounced toward his feet. He flopped on his bottom and grabbed the ball with delight. Mommee had given him one of these before, but his was much smaller. Bigger is better in so many ways! He started bouncing it between his outstretched legs, trying not to let it roll away. Things were just going his way today.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 11:11 am
The ball rolled out of sight as Ina ran, her feet pattering against the cement. Oh no! It was getting away! Her mouth opened in a small dismayed "o" as she tried to hurry. She couldn't let it escape! She wanted to play with it! But as she turned the corner she realized that someone was one step ahead of her in catching the run-away toy.
Hey, it was the boy with the softies! She couldn't remember his name...not even a little bit of it. Ah well! Such things weren't important in her mind right now. "My bawl~" She crooned hurrying over to him with her arms outstretched.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 11:55 am
Bounce, bounce, bounce. This was so much fun! Gavin chirped in delight until a ball of purple fuzz started running towards him. Wait, he knew this one! Purple, fuzzy, toddler. It was the purple fuzzy one! Could he remember her name? No, of course not! Purple Fuzz was running toward him, obviously distressed because apparently he was bouncing her ball.
"Mine!" he smiled, bouncing it again. She sure looked fuzzy. He remembered when she hugged him after biting his softies. That felt nice. Not even Mommee's hugs felt that fuzzy. He wanted to feel the fuzziness again. Momentarily dropping the ball, he ran toward her outstretched arms and latched himself onto her.
"Fuzzies!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:01 pm
His ball? Nuuuuh! It was her ball! Mommy had given it to her! She put her hands on her lips, loosing her cute-upset look for the moment, "Nuh, my ball! Mine!" She corrected him, trying to sound like Mommy...Mommy always talked like that when she was fixing something, right? So it had to work!
Ina squeaked in surprise as she suddenly got up and hugged her. She hadn't been expecting that! Didn't boys not like hugs? Luka didn't...and Gawain didn't offer them unless you asked. It was strange...but that was ok. Her tail swished a little as she smiled slightly, patting at his feathers, "Softies good?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:08 pm
"Softies good!" he chirped in response, apparently not listening to the part about the ball being hers. He saw her tail swish. That would be fun to touch too! Fortunately for his softies, he'd learned enough from leaping into Dacian's face that maybe you don't touch everything around you. Instead, he let go of her and toddled over to the ball again. He picked it up and smiled.
"Play? Like bawl?" He had yet to understand that everything didn't automatically belong to him. As far as he knew, everything belonged to everyone. He could take whatever he wanted, couldn't he? Free for all!
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:15 pm
Ina tilted her head to the side slightly, her ears twitching. She couldn't decide if he had realized it was her ball or not. At her age, when something was yours you made sure everyone knew...and when it wasn't, you wanted it. Everything had be be about her right now. If it wasn't, it wasn't fun.
"Well...like MY bawl," she told him firmly with a nod of her head. Once she made sure he knew it was HERS she smiled. They could play now, right? "Yeah, pway pway...throw bawl?" She stuck out her small fists to catch it, expecting him to throw it over.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:22 pm
Her bawl? The thought tried to process in his brain. He looked down at the bawl. How did this work? His mind was thankfully taken off the matter when she held out her arms and told him to throw.
"Throw bawl!" he called back, picking up the ball to throw. Unfortunately, his little toddler arms could barely hold it above his head. How did someone throw anyways? He was going to fall over if he didn't do something soon. Finally, he bent back and snapped forward, letting go of the bawl to throw it as far as he possibly could. Unfortunately as far as he possibly could ended up being about a few inches from his feet. The bawl weakly bounced closer to the fuzzy one, but still.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:32 pm
Ina began to bounce on the balls of her feet as she waited for him to throw. Why was it taking so long? When he finally threw it she had a brief moment of joy...yay, it was coming!...but then it flopped and bounced toward her instead. Hu? That wasn't right! Mommy never threw it like that! It was wrong, wrong, wrong!
She wrinkled her nose as she frowned, toddling over to pick up the ball. Well, maybe he'd throw it better next time. She brought the ball up over her head and balanced so as not to fall over. She bent back slightly and then flung herself forward, her tail swicking out as she let go of the ball. It went a bit farther then his throw, but it was still the lame, weak bouncy kind that didn't get it far. "Awwwwww."
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:39 pm
Gavin watched as she tried to mimic his throw. How come she can throw farther than he could? He was the boy here! Didn't Mommee always say that boys were supposed to be big and strong? Of course, she only said that when he had booboos, but it could apply to other places too.
The fuzzy one 'aww'ed at the lame throws, but Gavin was still devastated over his throw. This could not be! The world shouldn't work this way! So, as usual, he did the only thing he could think to do: cry.
"Gabvin not throw bawl good!" he wailed loudly. He wanted his Mommee. Darn his need for adventure.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:47 pm
Ina stared at him. Why was he crying? He didn't hurt himself or anything! Grrrr, why did he have to be so noisy? Her ears flattened at the wail, having it ring in her head. Ahhh! She was going to get a headache. Tears came into her eyes as well, but she tried to blink them away. She pointed at him with pudgy purple fingers, "No cry!"
Well, that probably would only make him cry more really. But she stood her ground for a long moment-a whole 4 seconds!- and then stalks over to him, hugging him and licking at his softies. Eeehhhh, if he didn't stop crying soon she'd be bawling! The sound hurt!
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:54 pm
The fuzzy one pointed at him and told him not to cry. He cried louder. He didn't like being pointed at, and he would cry if he wanted to dangit. She was starting to cry too, but he was getting on a roll.
Then she hugged him again. The fuzziness was nice, but the licking felt weird. He flapped his softies, hoping that would get her to stop. And so they would cry together. He opened his watery eyes, hardly able to see anything. His own cries were hurting his ears. But could he stop? Not until things were made better! How? He had no idea, but he'd leave that up to someone who wasn't busy breaking other people's ear drums including his own. It made it too hard to think.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:07 pm
Ahhhh! Why wouldn't it stop?! Ina let go of him roughly and covered her ears with her hands, flopping onto her bum. Ouch! Her tail hurt, her ears hurt...it all just hurt! She wanted it to go away! So she opened her mouth and began to scream and wail, her ears pressing against her skull. It was high pitched and very, very loud. If someone didn't hear that, well...they were most likely deft. And since Gavin's voice was added in...well...somehow had better darn hear it!
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 8:21 pm
Drawn there by the noise, a shapely body stopped and stared at the two squawling toddlers.
Right. This is what happens when she leaves those two to their own work...they leave children alone. For all she knew, they'd never even found them proper guardians!
Wrinkling her nose disgustedly, Ahneta marched over and -
Picked them both up.
"Stop."
Her voice was commanding, yet not overly loud; a voice that demanded attention. And usually got it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 8:26 pm
Gavin had been screaming so loudly, he hardly noticed the new lady that walked up to them. He was too busy lamenting the loss of the fuzzy hug and his hurting ear drums. It wasn't until an arm swooped him up that he noticed anyone else was there.
"Stop," a stern voice told them. That didn't sound like Mommee. He stopped, though more out of shock than obedience. He blinked confusedly a few times before looking at the owner of the commanding voice. She was pretty, but not Mommee. He wanted Mommee.
"Want Mommee!" he whined, trying to wiggle loose. This lady held him to tight.
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