Post by Callypso on Mar 9, 2011 17:17:04 GMT -5
Characters: Iso, Aberforth, Kendra, Amir & Aideen Price, some mentions of Polina
Word Count: 922
Blurb: Iso, Abby & Kendra meet Iso's parents for the first time, oh joy! With apologies to Harps & Lucca for using their characters. <3
It was a trip she’d been really averse to taking, but the alternative was having guests in a home that wasn’t ready for it. The upside of traveling to Corvistowne was that when they wanted to leave, they could, barring some other disaster.
Dr. Zenon had strongly advised against unnecessary travel, but Iso wasn’t going to listen. Not in this situation. The sooner they arrived at her parents, the sooner they could leave.
Polina had declined to join them on the trip, complaining loudly of arthritic pain (though last time Iso checked, the badger hadn’t had any inflammation), and insisted they go and have a good time. Beside, her Great-Aunt had said, you need family time. She had scooted off before Iso could retort that Polina was family.
They left a few weeks after discovering Kendra. She wasn’t sure yet how she was going to account for the girl, considering there was some lingering doubt in the back of her mind that she was in fact her daughter. If they waited for the results of the blood-work Iso had had done, however, it might be impossible for Iso to travel then. She certainly wasn’t going to suffer a carriage ride with a newborn litter.
Perhaps the presence of a young Card who looked so much like Iso might shut the mouths of her forebears, though. One could only frivolously hope.
The carriage ride had been unpleasant at best, the three of them not having quite reached comfortable silence. Kendra insisted on asking questions, which tired Iso so, though they were extremely relevant. She seemed to eager to confirm anything she thought she might know about them, though Iso only surmised that would terrify the grandparents, much as it had terrified she and Aberforth not too long ago. The girl seemed to have some sort of recollection of meeting her grandparents at some point, which troubled the doctor to no end. It was beyond her that the teenager could have memories of events that had not yet passed. Magic, was the general consensus.
She hated magic.
Though she had longed to increase her abilities during the War, and still desired the means to protect herself and her family, the plain fact of it was that she loathed anything non-scientific with every breath of her being. Magic was how the Jossigy and Lowland armies had evacuated the Capital without anyone’s permission. Magic was how she had grown an unruly triple set of horns. Magic caused her to have an apparently non-toxic form of ink draped forever down her backside. Magic was responsible for most of her life’s ills, and she regarded it as though it were an unfortunate evil. Much like brushing one’s teeth. Or using the facilities. Very bothersome, indeed.
Iso tried unsuccessfully to suppress a groan as the coach came to a rumbling stop. This was the last place on earth she wanted to be. The Tulgey and her “daughter” helped her down from the carriage box and waited as she settled uneasily on all four feet. She stretched as much as she could in her condition then directed the footman on which doorstep to place their luggage.
She looked at her small family as they assembled themselves in front of the door. Well, here they were. And here they would be for a whole week. She had a headache just thinking about it.
Try to be nice, though my mother won’t be… she advised gently.
Aberforth grunted non-committally and knocked on the door with a hoof.
There was a flash of movement at one of the windows as a curtain was hastily pulled aside and released just as quickly. Pounding footsteps and muffled hollering were promptly followed by the door being flung wide open.
Iso flinched instinctively as soon as the door had opened.
Her biped ferret mother loomed out of the doorway, eyes flinty, before stooping to give her pregnant daughter a gentle hug. As soon as she pulled away, her sharp glare snapped onto Aberforth.
So, you’re the one who knocked up my daughter? It was more an accusation than a question. Iso’s eyes widened in panic, afraid her mother might berate the Tulgey to death before he even stepped a hoof onto the premises.
Now, now, Deeny, give them a chance to sit down first. Hullo, Poppet! Her father beamed before giving her a hearty, rib-cracking hug. She smiled weakly, and pulled away before her father could crush her unborn children, then introduced Aberforth and Kendra, both of whom he lavished hearty hand-shakes and hugs upon.
Now who’s this, then? The large badger turned his benevolent, if not confused face to the sprightly young ferret. Kendra, you say? Replaced your assistant Joel already, have you, my Iaso?
Not exactly, sir, piped up the girl.
Iso blanched as both her parents turned their gaze upon her, her mother’s eyes glinting dangerously, her father’s face happy but puzzled.
I think we may want to go inside and sit down, first.
The suggestion was met with a harsh stare before Aideen Price snatched up what luggage she could and stormed back into the house.
Ah, well, she’ll come ‘round, Poppet, her father said, a crooked smile on his face before he reached for the rest of their belongings. You know ‘ow she gets.
Unfortunately, I do, Iso muttered in reply, before gesturing the others to follow her into the house, where her mother sat cross-armed on the couch, glaring at the group.
Iso sighed. It was going to be a long week.
Word Count: 922
Blurb: Iso, Abby & Kendra meet Iso's parents for the first time, oh joy! With apologies to Harps & Lucca for using their characters. <3
It was a trip she’d been really averse to taking, but the alternative was having guests in a home that wasn’t ready for it. The upside of traveling to Corvistowne was that when they wanted to leave, they could, barring some other disaster.
Dr. Zenon had strongly advised against unnecessary travel, but Iso wasn’t going to listen. Not in this situation. The sooner they arrived at her parents, the sooner they could leave.
Polina had declined to join them on the trip, complaining loudly of arthritic pain (though last time Iso checked, the badger hadn’t had any inflammation), and insisted they go and have a good time. Beside, her Great-Aunt had said, you need family time. She had scooted off before Iso could retort that Polina was family.
They left a few weeks after discovering Kendra. She wasn’t sure yet how she was going to account for the girl, considering there was some lingering doubt in the back of her mind that she was in fact her daughter. If they waited for the results of the blood-work Iso had had done, however, it might be impossible for Iso to travel then. She certainly wasn’t going to suffer a carriage ride with a newborn litter.
Perhaps the presence of a young Card who looked so much like Iso might shut the mouths of her forebears, though. One could only frivolously hope.
The carriage ride had been unpleasant at best, the three of them not having quite reached comfortable silence. Kendra insisted on asking questions, which tired Iso so, though they were extremely relevant. She seemed to eager to confirm anything she thought she might know about them, though Iso only surmised that would terrify the grandparents, much as it had terrified she and Aberforth not too long ago. The girl seemed to have some sort of recollection of meeting her grandparents at some point, which troubled the doctor to no end. It was beyond her that the teenager could have memories of events that had not yet passed. Magic, was the general consensus.
She hated magic.
Though she had longed to increase her abilities during the War, and still desired the means to protect herself and her family, the plain fact of it was that she loathed anything non-scientific with every breath of her being. Magic was how the Jossigy and Lowland armies had evacuated the Capital without anyone’s permission. Magic was how she had grown an unruly triple set of horns. Magic caused her to have an apparently non-toxic form of ink draped forever down her backside. Magic was responsible for most of her life’s ills, and she regarded it as though it were an unfortunate evil. Much like brushing one’s teeth. Or using the facilities. Very bothersome, indeed.
Iso tried unsuccessfully to suppress a groan as the coach came to a rumbling stop. This was the last place on earth she wanted to be. The Tulgey and her “daughter” helped her down from the carriage box and waited as she settled uneasily on all four feet. She stretched as much as she could in her condition then directed the footman on which doorstep to place their luggage.
She looked at her small family as they assembled themselves in front of the door. Well, here they were. And here they would be for a whole week. She had a headache just thinking about it.
Try to be nice, though my mother won’t be… she advised gently.
Aberforth grunted non-committally and knocked on the door with a hoof.
There was a flash of movement at one of the windows as a curtain was hastily pulled aside and released just as quickly. Pounding footsteps and muffled hollering were promptly followed by the door being flung wide open.
Iso flinched instinctively as soon as the door had opened.
Her biped ferret mother loomed out of the doorway, eyes flinty, before stooping to give her pregnant daughter a gentle hug. As soon as she pulled away, her sharp glare snapped onto Aberforth.
So, you’re the one who knocked up my daughter? It was more an accusation than a question. Iso’s eyes widened in panic, afraid her mother might berate the Tulgey to death before he even stepped a hoof onto the premises.
Now, now, Deeny, give them a chance to sit down first. Hullo, Poppet! Her father beamed before giving her a hearty, rib-cracking hug. She smiled weakly, and pulled away before her father could crush her unborn children, then introduced Aberforth and Kendra, both of whom he lavished hearty hand-shakes and hugs upon.
Now who’s this, then? The large badger turned his benevolent, if not confused face to the sprightly young ferret. Kendra, you say? Replaced your assistant Joel already, have you, my Iaso?
Not exactly, sir, piped up the girl.
Iso blanched as both her parents turned their gaze upon her, her mother’s eyes glinting dangerously, her father’s face happy but puzzled.
I think we may want to go inside and sit down, first.
The suggestion was met with a harsh stare before Aideen Price snatched up what luggage she could and stormed back into the house.
Ah, well, she’ll come ‘round, Poppet, her father said, a crooked smile on his face before he reached for the rest of their belongings. You know ‘ow she gets.
Unfortunately, I do, Iso muttered in reply, before gesturing the others to follow her into the house, where her mother sat cross-armed on the couch, glaring at the group.
Iso sighed. It was going to be a long week.
