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Post by The Jenn on Jun 23, 2008 8:58:51 GMT -5
Femi began to eat and wrinkled her nose at the thought. "I don't like it when he goes after the little scurrying things. Until he can catch things for himself outside in a few years, it's just... ick. I'll never forget finding that drained mouse's body in the corner with little holes all over it." It was the unexpectedness of the find that had gotten her more than anything else.
It wasn't too hard to scare up a little vermin outside, especially when they were all skittish in the twilight hours. Getting a full night's sleep was an honest chore, especially with one of their children being fully nocturnal. She got to bed when she could and was generally woken up by odd, loud noises in the middle of the night. Each 'disturbance' was usually only fifteen or twenty minutes to sort out and calm down, but they happened frequently enough that her sleep schedule was shot, if she'd even had a proper one to begin with.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 24, 2008 12:13:44 GMT -5
Kazifel wasn't notorious for his good sleeping habits. He did get up every so often to tend to the children when Femi was too tired or couldn't manage. Getting up in the mornings was just a bit more difficult.
The wolf rolled out of bed to go and make breakfast. The kids would be waking up soon and he should let Femi sleep just a little longer. Yawning he made his way down the stairs quietly. Fixing breakfast didn't take that much time, he even had enough time to eat a bit for himself before he made his way upstairs.
After a small breakfast he took the trays upstairs. It seemed like it was going to be a long week, and it was only the beginning, wasn't it? Time never was something he had a strong grasp of. Shaking his head he set a tray on the nightstand besides Femi. He would let her wake up on her own time while he dealt with the children for the morning.
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Post by The Jenn on Jun 28, 2008 9:54:53 GMT -5
The luxury of being in a new house where the children weren't in the very same bedroom hadn't yet passed the point of 'novelty' for Femi. She vaguely woke when Kazifel left to start breakfast and promptly fell unconscious again. When he eventually came back in the room, she cracked an eye to watch him leave and then rolled around for a minute, yawning. Her tail fuzzed up behind her as she stretched so she spent a moment smoothing it before scooting over to the tray on the bedside table.
Her love really was a master of breakfast foods. She took a sniff and sighed happily before digging in. If he hadn't poked her before he left, that meant he would watch and feed the kids while she ate.
After that, the day was relatively status quo. Watch the children, make sure there was no strangling or serious gnawing or hard biting or general death involved, the usual. At least here, she had enough room to roll around with them and keep them more entertained while Kazifel went around and did whatever he felt like doing. She wasn't sure if he would spend time in his workshop, or if he would just be doing things around the house.
Tomorrow she would have to pop in on her parents and see about babysitting for the following weekend...
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 30, 2008 21:47:58 GMT -5
He did the normal house hold chores, and did manage to spend a bit of time in his workshop that day. Not like he got anything massively productive done. He simply doodled a few designs on some scrap paper. It had been entirely too long since he actually planned and put together a doll.
The day went by and finally came to the next. Kazifel was in no way eager to see Femi's parents. Her father still wanted him dead every day of the week--and that wasn't going to change any time soon. At least the children were a lovable distraction that prevented him from getting glared at for the entire remainder of the day.
Transporting the children over there was still a bit difficult. Rosemary in particular. Kazifel briefly wondered if she was going to be the problem child when she grew up--but that wasn't here or there. "Femi, are you ready to go?" He called out as he walked up the stairs.
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 14, 2008 19:40:17 GMT -5
Femi was able to ignore the tension between her daddy and her husband so long as nothing 'happened', which her Kazifel certainly wouldn't initiate and her daddy wouldn't do without serious provocation. Being solidly married to the man helped to curb at least some of the older squirrel's outward hostility to a manageable level. That wasn't saying too much, but at least it was something.
She made a groaning noise in the back of her throat as she tried to get Rosemary settled into the wheeled, covered carriage her parents had given her. They'd originally had it made when she and her siblings were born, fitted for three. After her the winter killed the others, they hadn't had the heart to use it much on just her. Especially with how sickly she'd been, she looked weak and pathetic all by herself in the large carriage and it made her mother wince to see her. She hadn't gone outside very often regardless, much less for a distance long enough to require wheeled transport. For her children, it was only a five-to-ten minute walk next door, but there were so many of them - and Alphonse had such special requirements - that wheeling them all along in the carriage proved far easier than juggling them or making two trips.
"I think we're just... about... ready," she panted, trying to get the laughing wolf pup to calm down enough to trust for two seconds.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 15, 2008 12:55:07 GMT -5
Of course Rosemary was giving her trouble. Kazifel rolled his eyes at the thought as he came over to Femi and the children. "You little trouble maker you," he muttered as he tapped the girl on the nose and carefully put her back in the carriage. She still protested staying still, but the wiggling and giggling was much less than it had been.
Now they could drop the children off and go and by the proper furniture for the house. Of course they had to hang around for a little while and talk to Femi's parents. Or well... she could talk about things and he could generally feel uncomfortable unless his two cents was needed.
Well, at least he wasn't getting the death glares as often.
Thankfully Rosemary didn't jump out of the carriage or some such something by the time they got there. Kazifel knocked on the door and then proceeded to take the little trouble maker out of the carriage so she wouldn't kick one of her siblings. "I hope you keep your grandparents on their toes."
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 22, 2008 7:50:55 GMT -5
Kazifel had always been better at handling the adorable little terror. With a sigh of relief, Femi stood on her toes to give him a kiss before helping him carry the baby carriage down the stairs. It may not have seemed like it, but loading the kids upstairs in their room and just hauling the thing down a flight of stairs had proved easier than making them all excitable by taking them out of the room first.
Alphonse was curled up in a large sheet to block out the harmful rays of the sun, body curled up beneath the small overhang of the carriage and starting to drift off. It was past his 'bedtime'. Thyme, on the other hand, was wide awake and took to gnawing on one of Rosemary's feet as they flailed in her direction. She was proving to be quite the enthusiastic teether.
Late-morning tea with her parents was a pleasant affair, Femi thought. The grandbabies rolling and romping around kept her daddy's attention off of Kazifel, especially with a sheet-wrapped bundle of squirrel-bat snuggled in his lap. Her mother was less enchanted, but still found their antics entertaining enough to laugh when the Highland child wiggled her butt in the air to mock-hunt before pouncing her bipedal sister.
After tea and a snack that evolved into a light lunch, she bid her parents farewell and left the house with her husband. They had a two hour walk ahead of them.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 22, 2008 17:23:55 GMT -5
Kazifel sipped on his tea idly the entire time. He only really spoke when he was spoken to and watched the kids play and attack each other. Sage, horribly unamused by being pounced by her wolf sister, went into a crying fit. Once that was quickly settled with a bit of hushing and sharing some of his tea.
Kazifel was not completely enthusiastic about a two hour walk in the Woods, but it could be much worse. They could spend some alone time together, dangerous or not. The walk didn't seem like it was two hours.
The wolf stayed very close to Femi. Of course people of Tulgey were more than ready to jump him as soon as they caught sight of his fur color. There was nothing unusual there. He choked back a small sigh and let Femi lead him to the proper place. She was a native after all, and it's not like anyone would trust him.
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 22, 2008 21:49:54 GMT -5
The walk wasn't Femi's favorite thing to do, but she knew how to be careful and how to move so as to attract less attention to themselves. Also, things were worse in the dark and it was around noon when they set out. She held his hand and snuggled against his arm and tried to enjoy herself as best she could until they were there.
A small place, as were all the villages in Tulgey, this one boasted a carpenter and craftsman that her parents had recommended. She'd even sent a note in advance to tell her they were coming and some of the pieces they hoped to have made. There were no specifics or details, of course - those were best decided once they arrived and spoke to the maker themselves.
Ignoring everyone else around them, the squirrel held his hand tightly and knocked on the door. When it opened, they were greeted by a Tulgey woman, a fox with a half-bald bushy tail and a ready smile. "You must be Femi? I can see Alphonse in you, so you couldn't possibly be anyone else." Her smile slipped slightly when she took in Kazifel, but it hadn't gone away entirely. She just glanced a question at Femi.
"This is my husband, Kazifel," she informed the woman with a firm squeeze of his hand and a proprietary smile. "We have three beautiful Tulgey children together." And two others, but that wasn't very nice to say just then.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 22, 2008 22:07:38 GMT -5
Kazifel nodded a greeting. He wasn't going to say a word. He wanted furniture, and they had walked all this way. He had more than enough money to pay for whatever the cost, and if she was recommended by Femi's parents they had good quality furniture. It was just a matter of getting them to make the furniture.
It would have been better if Kazifel was a Tulgey of course. He glanced at Femi quickly. Was this woman going to accept their business. More importantly, if she didn't what exactly were they going to do? Could he import furniture? Not like anyone would deliver to this place.... and Aunt Josephine wasn't willing to spend that much money on him--only child left or not.
He refrained from sighing, and did his best not to look uncomfortable. He would never belong anywhere except when he was home with his family.
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