Setting: Begins at home in the Treetop Terrace. Later they'll travel to Paradise Pier. Territory and Map
Time: Begins at sunrise.
Character Form: Optime
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Okay guys, this is for the family outing to Paradise Pier. I'm counting on the girls RPers to think up whatever Orin “taught” them. Whatever order you post in, we'll stick with for the thread.
Twenty-two... or was it twenty-three?... that was how long Orin and her girls had been back in d'Arte – approximately. When the mother first brought her daughters to meet their father she didn't know what was going to happen in their future, and she certainly didn't know that they would rejoin her old pack and try to pick up where Orin had left off, but that is exactly what happened. Despite the suddenness of the arrangement, things were going quite well. The girls didn't have any complaints about living in Cercatori, they loved their father, and they approved of the home they moved in to in the sky-scraping village Shawchert built in the trees while they were absent. Even the reunion between Orin and Shawchert hadn't been as difficult as she once thought it would be.
Of course, it wasn't without a few bumps in the road either. Living in the canopy with puppies was stressful. An unmated pair trying to raise two rambunctious daughters was a challenge. And two rambunctious daughters living with an overprotective, worrisome mother wasn't ideal either. It was all cause for relief, and brand new stresses. They had to get out.
Orin felt bad for coming down on her daughters so much lately. They were starting to crave some independence and she couldn't accept that. She was close to trusting the girls with the stories of their family's past, hoping that they were old enough to take away the right lessons from the tragedy, but she was working on finding her own ways of telling them about it all. She knew she had snapped at Shawchert far too many times to count, and he deserved a vacation just as much as the girls, and she knew just the place.
So, like any good baby-momma would do on a Friday morning, Orin pounded on Shawchert's door at the crack of dawn. “Okay girls,” she whispered conspiratorially to the two excited - but still somewhat groggy - pups at her feet. “As soon as he opens the door, just like I taught you...”
Unlike most lazy begotten men who tended to have one night stands, Shawchert was awake, though he did not expect to have visitor's so early. He was getting ready to go out on his rounds his sword in hand, and he was sharpening it with a stone that did not do damage to his sword much. He was about to go outside to survey the land when he heard it. Shawchert was hesitant. He still had to have a bandaged on the bite Taliesin had given him. Questions would be asked and could he face the fact and tell them he'd been basically ball grabbed and passed out. The thought was not exactly pleasing to the man, but whoever it was wouldn't be waiting long. Shawchert moved to the door and opened it. There stood the mother of his daughters and the two girls he'd accidentally let into the world, and boy was it worth the accident. He loved them with all his hear, and they both had him wrapped around each finger.
The idea that she would spend the day with her sister, mother and father was oh-so exciting to the fairy princess Titania, and she could scarcely contain herself as they waited patiently before the door of Shawchert's home to greet him. She was impatient. Where was he? Hadn't her mother knocked on the door hard enough to wake him? Her cheerful face started to scrunch, to become a mask of irritation, until finally the door was opened and she launched herself at the sandy man who stood behind it. "POPPA!" she exclaimed, scampering about his feet with all the hyper excitement of a child.
But it didn't last for long.
As soon as she noticed the bandage, she started to wonder what was wrong -- what was he wearing and why hadn't she seen it before? She sat, narrowing her eyes to get a better look. "Poppa, what's that?" She hoped she'd get an answer, but wasn't unused to not being told things by adults she met along the way, who believed she was out of line in being so inquisitive.
Juliet was too exited to stand still; she tried for her mother’s sanity sake to stand still. The child whined with excitement when her mother knocked upon the door of her father’s house. With a sniff the child could see that her sister was just as exited to be seeing their father today, as she was. The child moved closer and closer to the door waiting on the giant figure of her father to open his door. The Moonsong princess used the beating of her heart to count; it helped her figure out how long the male took to open the door to his family. Counting, 1…2…3…4…she keep counting till she heard the clicking sound of the door opening. Juliet had stopped counting; she was so thrilled to see her father again. No longer able to control her excitement the child turned to yipping and bouncing around her mother’s feet.
Seeing her father open the door to his house to his family the pup lowered her-self down to the ground, ready to pounce upon her father. Launching her-self alongside her sister, it had seemed to her that her sister was just as happy to spend a whole day as one family, their own mini pack. She watched her sister look the father over, and she two had seem to notice the wrap upon his womb. ”Daddy?” the child asked softly, almost echoing her sister tone of voice. The child had hoped that with both of his daughters asking him and pestering him what had happened he would tell the other members of the family really what happened to him that had cause him to have to wear a bandage.
The child sniffed at her father then looked up at him, she knew that smell, it sort of smelt like Liam. The child felt her nap fur brisling up; she was going to have to have a talk with that stupid air head boy. She did not like him, and finding his father hurt and that smell that was almost like his own just pushed the dislike she had for that male more.
