Post by Callypso on Sept 1, 2011 12:55:02 GMT -5
((I hope this is okay, guys. If not, I'll be happy to change it. Just, between Ab's & Iso's paranoia/stubbornness... LOL. Yay for NPCs?))
Silence. It was as though eternity had ceased stretching to stand still and focus on this one moment in time. Hoping to see some semblance of what had become an odd normality in her sometime-mate’s pink eyes, Iso mentally recoiled when instead she found in them the same shocked disbelief she felt. Now she was at a loss on how to think, how to proceed. She was beginning to feel ill and extremely tired from all the emotional anguish. Already she had gone from confusion, to fear, suspicion, grief, sympathy and more. The ferret didn’t do well this sort of temperamental whiplash – she felt incredibly exhausted and simply wanted to lay down.
A strange, stoically calm voice in the back of her head intoned that she wasn’t supposed to become too stressed or overwhelmed. The voice was Dr. Zenon’s, and it was strangely grounding in amidst the uncertainty. Iso swallowed the lump in her throat, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Instead of the careful serenity that usually followed such exercises, she found that she was rather perturbed. After all she had been through – addiction, recover, unwanted pregnancy, struggling with incorporating Aberforth into her household, again struggling when her drug addiction came to light in Zenon’s office, the War, her horrible transformation, tending to dying Selkies, and now this?! She’d had quite enough, thankyouverymuch, and she tired of this secretive, psychological chess she and Aberforth were attempting with the girl. She’d never been very good at that sort of thing, and by now it had become quite irritating.
Despite her own mixed feelings, Polina was not so wrapped up that she didn’t see the signs of an unholy shitfit about to erupt from her Grand-Niece. The badger was unsure of whether it was impatience, hormones, or the woman’s propensity for straightforwardness that was causing her to boil over, but she was sure this could end badly.
Iso, dear, kindly get a grip, will you? Tonks – her sister’s name is Tonks! You’ve –
For the love of Spades, Auntie! This is impossible!, roared the bristling ferret, Those names are all in the records! It – it could be coincidence – she’s just confused – there are probably dozens of orphans out th –
So then ‘ave her blood tested, you nitwit! The badger drew herself up and stomped over to her Grand-Niece - whose mouth had fallen open in disgust - and drew her finger like a weapon toward Kendra.
She looks like you. Where do you think those muted colors are from, eh? That’s not Corvie inheritance, it’s Tulgey. Now Polina’s glare flicked from her niece’s eyes to the goat’s and back again, her accent intensified by her own anger. I don’t know ‘ow it’s possible, but she’s 'ere! Stranger things ‘ave happened, lately, Isomydear, and grilling ‘er like she’s a criminal will not ‘elp you get to the bottom of this!
Silence. It was as though eternity had ceased stretching to stand still and focus on this one moment in time. Hoping to see some semblance of what had become an odd normality in her sometime-mate’s pink eyes, Iso mentally recoiled when instead she found in them the same shocked disbelief she felt. Now she was at a loss on how to think, how to proceed. She was beginning to feel ill and extremely tired from all the emotional anguish. Already she had gone from confusion, to fear, suspicion, grief, sympathy and more. The ferret didn’t do well this sort of temperamental whiplash – she felt incredibly exhausted and simply wanted to lay down.
A strange, stoically calm voice in the back of her head intoned that she wasn’t supposed to become too stressed or overwhelmed. The voice was Dr. Zenon’s, and it was strangely grounding in amidst the uncertainty. Iso swallowed the lump in her throat, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Instead of the careful serenity that usually followed such exercises, she found that she was rather perturbed. After all she had been through – addiction, recover, unwanted pregnancy, struggling with incorporating Aberforth into her household, again struggling when her drug addiction came to light in Zenon’s office, the War, her horrible transformation, tending to dying Selkies, and now this?! She’d had quite enough, thankyouverymuch, and she tired of this secretive, psychological chess she and Aberforth were attempting with the girl. She’d never been very good at that sort of thing, and by now it had become quite irritating.
Despite her own mixed feelings, Polina was not so wrapped up that she didn’t see the signs of an unholy shitfit about to erupt from her Grand-Niece. The badger was unsure of whether it was impatience, hormones, or the woman’s propensity for straightforwardness that was causing her to boil over, but she was sure this could end badly.
Iso, dear, kindly get a grip, will you? Tonks – her sister’s name is Tonks! You’ve –
For the love of Spades, Auntie! This is impossible!, roared the bristling ferret, Those names are all in the records! It – it could be coincidence – she’s just confused – there are probably dozens of orphans out th –
So then ‘ave her blood tested, you nitwit! The badger drew herself up and stomped over to her Grand-Niece - whose mouth had fallen open in disgust - and drew her finger like a weapon toward Kendra.
She looks like you. Where do you think those muted colors are from, eh? That’s not Corvie inheritance, it’s Tulgey. Now Polina’s glare flicked from her niece’s eyes to the goat’s and back again, her accent intensified by her own anger. I don’t know ‘ow it’s possible, but she’s 'ere! Stranger things ‘ave happened, lately, Isomydear, and grilling ‘er like she’s a criminal will not ‘elp you get to the bottom of this!
