Room 218, Tuesday Afternoon
Dec. 1st, 2009 02:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
glacial_queenKarla's half of the room was blessedly, blessedly silent. Wee Baby Merlin was sleeping (finally, thank the Darkness!) soundly on her bed, surrounded on all sides by pillows to make sure he didn't shift in his sleep and start to roll off. Of course, Karla was checking him every few moments just to make sure that he hadn't rolled into the pillows and began to suffocate or something equally horrible. All the books she'd read on the subject had stressed a crib free of pillows and soft mattresses, but it wasn't like she'd had a crib handy. And the idea of putting him in a drawer had just seemed...wrong, somehow.
She had never truly understood the word 'paranoid' in all of its delightful complexities until this assignment.
Still, for all the silence, her room was actually rather busy. Three potions (and a baby bottle) were simmering in bowls of water heated by small tongues of witchfire over on her desk. Balls of colored witchlight were dancing over Wee Baby Merlin's head, so when he did wake up, he'd have something to attract his attention. All of her books had said that colors and patterns were extremely important at this stage for proper cognitive growth. And on her bedside table, a knife was cutting off slices of an apple which were then being floated over for Karla to quietly munch on.
As for Karla herself, she was curled up next to Wee Baby Merlin, reading one of the books Tony had lent her, a graphic novel called Blood Price. She was almost finished with it (and had long since finished the others) and was wondering if Tony had more or if she was going to have to head to Amazon and pay for expedited shipping.
Or both.
[Door cracked, post open, but wake the baby and Karla will murder you.]
She had never truly understood the word 'paranoid' in all of its delightful complexities until this assignment.
Still, for all the silence, her room was actually rather busy. Three potions (and a baby bottle) were simmering in bowls of water heated by small tongues of witchfire over on her desk. Balls of colored witchlight were dancing over Wee Baby Merlin's head, so when he did wake up, he'd have something to attract his attention. All of her books had said that colors and patterns were extremely important at this stage for proper cognitive growth. And on her bedside table, a knife was cutting off slices of an apple which were then being floated over for Karla to quietly munch on.
As for Karla herself, she was curled up next to Wee Baby Merlin, reading one of the books Tony had lent her, a graphic novel called Blood Price. She was almost finished with it (and had long since finished the others) and was wondering if Tony had more or if she was going to have to head to Amazon and pay for expedited shipping.
Or both.
[Door cracked, post open, but wake the baby and Karla will murder you.]
