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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 27, 2010 17:14:47 GMT -5
Conway could only hope that he was sent for. At the moment though he would attempt to serve the Queen some non-caffeinated tea. Maybe that would prevent things from getting worse? He knew that no matter what he did he was going to get punished in some way shape or form. He glanced back at the pair before they receded from sight. Hopefully everything would be fine for Thyme.
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Linnea had decided she wanted out of the crib. She had also decided that she wanted a very particular toy that wasn't in plain sight. So she went hunting for it. The little child was skilled enough slip out of said crib, landing on the floor with a slight thud.
The little squirrel skittered over to the pile of plush toys that sat in the corner of the room. They had once been placed in a chest, until she had managed to get into the chest and the lid had fallen shut. Now she buried herself amongst all of the toys, trying to find just the right one she was looking for.
She heard her Daddy's voice by the time she was in the middle of the pile. It took her a moment to wiggle back out, her head poking out, causing a few toys to tumble off the pile. "Daddy!" she said brightly as she attempted to get the rest of her out. Then she caught sight of the other figure in the room and froze. Her nose scrunched up as she gave the woman a curious look. Why was she here? Who was she exactly?
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 2, 2010 21:40:59 GMT -5
What she could only assume were important documents in the hands of a child. Thyme winced in momentary sympathy and offered a slight smile that she didn't have to feign. The King's son had been quite the hell-raiser in his youngest days and she'd heard the old wolf rant more than once about the boy taking something in her hand and running. He seemed to have a bit more control over his young self now, though.
The bright exclamation in the corner caught her eye just a moment after the moving mound of toys did and red eyes watched curiously as a tiny head appeared.
Dear gods, she looked just like Mom. A creepy little Bog Mom, but...
That face!
Mom must have loved her! Probably treated her like a tiny little doll or something.
"Hello there," she offered brightly, giving the girl a small wave but otherwise remaining where she was. She didn't want to spook the little thing. She remembered when Alphonse and Parsley were little. And Rose, really. And Sage! They all had that squirrel tendency, no matter how much wolf was in her sisters.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 6, 2010 21:33:03 GMT -5
Even after all of the pain surrounding Linnea's birth and... well, honestly, her existence in general, the girl's happy cry when she saw him made Apocalypse smile. Despite himself, he loved her, and he'd often feared that as she grew she would come to resent him. There was still time for that, of course, but things seemed safe for now. "Nea, this is your mommy Rosemary's sister, Thyme." It was a lot of words to be saying to her right then, but that was fine. She was clever, and would be happy to meet someone new.
After a second, he crossed the room towards the little Squirrel, scooping her up in his hands and blowing a raspberry on her tummy, a playful smile on his face when he came up for air. "Want to go say hello?"
The little nod that she gave in response was almost lost in the way that she quickly hid against his chest, but he felt it. Slowly, he turned back to the other woman and stepped towards her, holding the baby in such a way so that she could easily investigate her aunt when she decided to come out again. "We seem to be feeling a little shy today." She always held on so damn tight! Not that he could complain - it certainly made it easier to carry her around, especially when he had something he needed to do with his hands. She could pretty much hold on without the support, tenacious little creature that she was...
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 6, 2010 22:06:31 GMT -5
The little girl tilted her head at the red headed lady. She was a wolf. Like her Mommy with the big fluffy tail. Rosemary. That was what everyone called her. The little girl wrinkled her nose, completely unsure of what to do. That was the Mommy that was loud and ran away all the time. So was this lady loud?
Then her Daddy gave her a raspberry, and that was all she really needed to be a bit more comfortable. She wasn't sure what to do with the Lady, so she buried her face in her father's chest until she was close enough to investigate.
When she was she peaked out slowly. Eying the woman with her big yellow eyes. She continued to cling to her father as she turned to look at the wolf completely. She waved tentatively. "Hi!" She tilted her head to the side. "Stories?"
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 12, 2010 11:55:47 GMT -5
What a cute little thing! Thyme smiled, deliberately keeping her teeth out of the picture so as not to spook the girl. Though with a father like hers and a mother like Rose, it probably wasn't much of an issue.
And she was obviously well cared for. That had been another of the King's concerns, more due to the Court of Heart's reputation than anything else. She doubted that a child would be treated poorly in a palace or that their physical needs would be neglected, but with Rose out so often... she'd worried that the girl might not getting the emotional support she probably needed.
But that wasn't in any way the case, if Pale's raspberry and affectionate hold on the girl was anything to judge by.
"Your Mommy's a much better storyteller than I am," she said apologetically, watching the child watch her with wary curiosity. "Mine would probably be boring."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 4, 2010 23:15:15 GMT -5
The clinging was a slight comfort to the man. It indicated that, on some level, he hadn't managed to completely ruin his relationship with the girl... If he could keep any strange feelings on his side alone, that would be good. Gently, he hefted the little Squirrel up slightly now that her interest seemed to be a little bit more focused on her aunt. He turned his attention back to Thyme, quirking an eyebrow at her.
"Rose's stories are pretty hard to beat, but all the same." His lips twitched into the slightest hint of a smile, one hand splaying out across the child's back comfortingly. "I'm sure your stories would be a major improvement on any I could tell. I'm afraid I'm not the most creative father in the Court."
No, that award must have gone to Seth, who thought that joints were a lovely method of quieting a crying baby. "Shall we sit down for a little while? There are some chairs in the next room over." That way, Linnea would be more able to scamper around as she pleased - though he certainly wasn't complaining. Having her cling to him as she was made something in him feel oddly happy.
((Lame reply is lame, but at least it is something >>; ))
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 5, 2010 22:47:06 GMT -5
The little squirrel gave the wolf a disappointed look. She wanted a story and she looked like Mommy so... she should have gotten a story right? That was how things worked. All wolves were good at telling fun stories. The little girl made a whining sound as she reached out again to see if she could grab onto the wolf--her finger in particular. "Stories?!" she said yet again giving the wolf a watery eyed look.
The little girl remained attached to her father while she was looking at the wolf. She would give very little protest if they moved to a different room. Beyond the fact that she wanted something soft to cuddle while being told a story. If that happened to be Daddy's head or something else entirely the squirrel would find it. If she didn't get her story, however short it was she would pester the pair regardless.
(( OOC: *TWITCH* four year old squirrel can only be played for so long ))
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 6, 2010 7:40:26 GMT -5
Looking from the squirrel to her father, Thyme had a feeling that she would be overruled on this no matter which way she turned. Better to give in gracefully. "Very well, stories," she agreed with a sigh, her small smile dispelling any true aggravation.
Besides, the girl had her hand. And she wasn't letting go. Like a... terrifying little Rose-Mom hybrid with creeper eyes. She couldn't help but be charmed.
She moved off to another room with the pair and told the best stories she could for the next half an hour. Many of them were rehashing stories she'd heard from Rose. One or two were tales she'd picked up in the Highlands. There were even a few Tulgey legends in there, but she didn't want to get too deep into those. Children had a pretty active imagination, didn't they? She certainly had. And some of the stories Vren and Gramma had told them weren't all that child-friendly.
((Saving our sanities with summary. <3 I'm guessing we can wrap this up soon? Probably with her finding Rose or summat?))
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 29, 2010 3:43:54 GMT -5
This was finally starting to go well once more. Apocalypse enjoyed listening to the stories, at least as much as a father preoccupied with ensuring his child didn't destroy anything could be. For what it was worth, Linnea herself seemed to be enjoying them quite a bit. Of all the stories told, the man found his interest was most drawn to the odd Tulgey tales. Even though they were clearly modified for his daughter's benefit, there was something under the surface that really grabbed his interest.
Maybe the next time Rosemary came through to visit the Squirrel he could ask her about them. Not that he wanted to talk to her, really, but... Damn if the woman couldn't tell a good story.
Once it seemed the Wolf was finished, Apocalypse stood, giving Linnea a boost up onto his shoulder. "We should probably get you back on the road to tracking down your sister then, hmm?" He said with a genial smile that was only full of one or two too many fangs. He was improving, in that regard.
((Wrap up away~~))
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 1, 2010 21:54:14 GMT -5
Rosemary was remarkably like Satan. In the fact that when someone said her name she was usually around to hear it. And she was actually about to knock on the door when she heard part of the man's statement. Her tail curled behind her as she slowly turned the knob and popped her head slowly into the room. "You rang?" she said with an eyebrow quirked. Linnea did enjoy the stories to the extent that she could. Most of the time she was fidgeting or trying to climb and play with someone's hair. When the stories came to an end she sulked slightly and gave a meek little wave to the King of Clubs. When the doorknob slowly turned hear ears perked up and she was alert. Waiting for the door to open she awkwardly climbed on the man. When Rosemary popped her head in she gave a surprised little sound and hid behind her father's hair.
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