Changing strides

Lolita Monroe · 10-31-2010, 08:37 PM

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500+ words, can we date this to the 11th, please? <3

Lolita still felt the pangs of regret with regards to her lost son and daughter, but she was beginning to feel herself healing the wounds. She had three daughters to focus on, beautiful pups that she had brought into this world. They were growing and becoming more and more lively, and she loved to watch them together. It was so interesting to see, as her own childhood had been a bizarre one. These girls would not know the problems she had known in her younger days, she hoped. She wanted so much more for them than she had ever had, and she hoped that none of them would be afflicted as she had been. She had been a strange pup, and her brother had been relentless in his abuse of her. It had ended in her death.

Though they were still fairly young, Lolita was sitting beneath some of the vines within the confines of her fence, watching her three daughters tumble in the grass beneath them. The air was getting colder, but she was not terribly concerned about it. They would be fine. “Momma, watch this!” Magnolia shouted, jumping high into the air. Lolita clapped her hands together in good nature, egging on her most boisterous daughter. Poppy was doing her best to keep up with Magnolia, hopping in place, though she did not venture too far away from the creamy woman who had birthed them. She turned bright blue eyes up at Lolita, almost a perfect match for Pippa’s. “What if Magnolia gets hurt?” she asked, very seriously, but her attention was quickly caught by Foxglove, the blonde puppy tripping over the rust and white girl’s tail. “Sorry, Poppy,” the one most like Lolita mumbled, glancing up at their mother to ensure she was not in trouble. Lolita smiled at her, indicating that she was not in any type of trouble for tripping.

Motherhood was a strange thing. Lolita had felt immense pain at losing Iris when they were only five days old, and she had shed tears for the boy that had died before birth. She had grown protective of the three girls playing in front of her, and at the sound of another’s approach so close to her home, the woman felt that emotion well up within her. She stood, taking a few steps away from her daughters, though the small bundles followed her as fast as they could. The stranger was not a stranger, though, and Lolita smiled at the AniWayan woman. “Momma, who’s that?” the small grey girl asked, nudging her mother’s ankles. “Hello, Liliana,” the creamy woman said, both as a greeting and as an answer for Magnolia. “What brings you so far north?” The AniWayan woman posed no threat, Lolita knew. It had been quite some time since their last meeting, but she hoped that the timid woman would remember her. It had been an interesting meeting, to say the least, and with the smoke that was shared, she supposed she would understand if Liliana did not remember her much at all.

"Lolita." — "Magnolia." — "Poppy." — "Foxglove."

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