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Post by Spectre on Aug 21, 2019 15:17:45 GMT -6
Open Door & Warm Hearth
"My door is always open and the kettle always on" Ft. Diana & Eniah |
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Post by Spectre on Sept 13, 2019 21:38:41 GMT -6
It was... late.
And her children still wouldn't settle down.
Again.
With a sigh, Diana only watched as the twins ran around her home, squealing and laughing. She flinches as she hears something go 'thunk' and resolutely tries not to think about the broken vase from last week.
Or the shelf.
Or the sugar jar...
Her children were menaces and she blames Maxi for it.
When she hears another thump Diana only sighs once again and stands up from her place by the stove / fire pit. She wanders back berates the two kids, knowing it won't do to much. The two foals have enough dignity to looks sheepish... for a moment. Soleria taps Tapioca, who in turn pushes Soleria, who in turn shoves right back... and then it devolves into a game of tag through out the house... Again.
'Alya save me from my own kids'
From there, she turns back around and wanders back over to the fire pit, watching the stew simmer as she waited to eat it. At that moment, she heard a knock at the door.
Diana's head shot up, ears pricked forward and face scrunched in confusion. Both of the twins came running and hid under the pillows in the sitting area, making a point to watch the door with barely restrained curiosity.
With another sigh, Diana pulls up and away and wanders towards the door. She swings it wide and lets the lamp light flood into the desolate street- only to pause.
"Eniah?"
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Post by Zookcan on Sept 23, 2019 22:11:13 GMT -6
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ENIAH
your scars will be remade in gold.
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There are bags under his eyes, from whatever sleep he hasn't been able to get over the past few nights. A sheet is wrapped around his neck to cover his withers instead of his usual shawl and garb, and his mane is even more disheveled than usual, probably indicating that he had thrown on his cover sloppily and with very little regard this hour. All he wants is sleep, but that is hard to achieve when he's already weak from exhaustion and his tent was exceptionally chilly tonight.
"Hello, Diana ... " The colt greets drowsily, his voice low and groggy. Very briefly, his blue eyes shift to the pillows, where underneath her children had snuck, and giggled to themselves. Then they find their way back to Diana. He does not want to deal with young children tonight, so he pays them very little mind and tries to focus and stay awake. " ... I've come simply asking if you have a blanket to spare ... my tent is particularly chilly tonight." As he speaks, the servile colt bows his head, and his legs wobble for a moment like gelatin.
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Tagging: spectraheart
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