Room 218, Sunday Morning
Apr. 11th, 2010 01:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Karla had spent most of yesterday in her room, hibernating with a vicious headache. She would wake up long enough to drink some more tea and then go back to sleep. At some point in the evening, she'd noticed that the tea she was drinking was still warm--Gabrielle must have come in and set something up for her. She'd have to thank the girl later for her kindness.
Unfortunately, it had been impossible for her to tell the pounding on her door from the pounding in her head, so she hadn't realized that she'd had any visitors, never mind any visitors of an unusual nature.
The first thing Karla realized when she woke up was that her headache was gone, thank the Darkness. The second thing she realized what that she wasn't alone in her bed--there was someone cuddled up against her, an arm slung over her ribs. The third thing she realized that whoever was in bed with her was awfully small.
She flailed a bit, trying to disentangle herself from whoever was in bed with her, trying to remember anything that could explain...this.
The sleeping moppet behind her opened up one blue eye and grumbled, "Dun wanna wake up yet, Mommy. I'm sleepy."
Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful.
[Open for wee kidlets and friends alike.]
Unfortunately, it had been impossible for her to tell the pounding on her door from the pounding in her head, so she hadn't realized that she'd had any visitors, never mind any visitors of an unusual nature.
The first thing Karla realized when she woke up was that her headache was gone, thank the Darkness. The second thing she realized what that she wasn't alone in her bed--there was someone cuddled up against her, an arm slung over her ribs. The third thing she realized that whoever was in bed with her was awfully small.
She flailed a bit, trying to disentangle herself from whoever was in bed with her, trying to remember anything that could explain...this.
The sleeping moppet behind her opened up one blue eye and grumbled, "Dun wanna wake up yet, Mommy. I'm sleepy."
Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful.
[Open for wee kidlets and friends alike.]
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Date: 2010-04-11 11:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-11 11:27 pm (UTC)She beamed up at them both. "I helped Mommy with tea last night! Cause she didn't feel good. I'se a good Healer!"
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Date: 2010-04-12 03:40 am (UTC)Karla was just going to slowly sink into the floor, thanks. "Do you know where the estate is?" she asked weakly, trying not to look at 'Daddy.' "And who else lives there?"
"Me!" Yes, thank you, we got that. "An' Unca Morton, an' my pony an' Unca Julian an' Mr. Bear," Jaenelle pointed to the bed and floated her stuffed teddy over "an' the Court an' I want a baby brother or sister, but you and Daddy say prolly not." Jaenelle pouted. "I want one though."
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Date: 2010-04-12 02:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 04:34 pm (UTC)"Cause you're so sick," Jaenelle answered immediately. She tugged on Ben's clothes. "Daddy, you should pick me up an' hug me. I didn' see you all the day."
"Hey, wait a second here," Karla interrupted. "Go back a minute. I'm sick? Why hasn't your Aunt Jaenelle just Healed me and been done with it?"
"She tried," Jaenelle answered, still tugging. "S'why you can walk most times. Your legs now are really pretty, Mommy! I never seed you with pretty legs before!"
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Date: 2010-04-12 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-04-12 06:03 pm (UTC)There might have been a tiny little part of Karla that was melting at all of this, but that part was quickly shoved by the rest of her than wanted to know what the Hell was going on in the future.
"Yay, now Daddy is got you, why don't you tell us what happened to Mommy and her pretty legs," Karla suggested.
Jaenelle just sighed and rolled her eyes (two guesses no prizes who she picked that up from). "I dunno," she said. "I'se just a kid! You'se always been sick, ever since I was a bitty baby." She turned to her Daddy. "But I'se much bigger now," she informed him. In case he was confused.
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Date: 2010-04-12 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 08:35 pm (UTC)...Not particularly helpful no.
"An' sometimes you an' Mommy kiss a lot an' Unca Morton makes throw up noises."
Not just unhelpful, but downright embarrassing. Thank you, Jaenelle.
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Date: 2010-04-12 09:33 pm (UTC)"I did!" Jaenelle said, looking both proud and a bit apprehensive. "It was by the stables. I wanted to see what it was. It looked in'erestin'!"
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Date: 2010-04-12 09:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-13 03:59 am (UTC)"Sceval," Karla corrected automatically. But with a smile. "They live in Sceval."
"S'what I said," Jaenelle stated. "They live in Shovel!"
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