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- Emwe Soul - 06-24-2009 [html]
Table by Sace/Hemming. Thanks! - Alexey Koios - 07-28-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... xeyban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
300+ For someone who’d never believed in the efficacy of human rituals, Alexey had grown quite fond of something called… washing. Not the washing of clothes, of course, seeing as neither she nor the boys wore garments. But having two clumsy pups in the house (each with their own bed) prompted her to wash bed sheets once in a while. Frequent were the times when they’d jump on the beds, regardless of the dirt intermingled with their coats of chocolate. Needless to say, the once spotless bedspreads were tarnished beyond salvation. The Caregiver could always get some new ones from Wolfville, but she thought it wiser to wait until her protégés were both a bit older to do so. Today was one of the days she would dedicate to cleaning; hence why she was kneeling by the river located next to their cottage, scrubbing whatever she could off the dirty linen. Little Emwe was close by, not only could she smell him, but she could also hear his loud footsteps. The poor child had not yet developed any stealth. It wasn’t a problem, of course. Keeping an eye on him was relatively easy. Conor, on the other hand, was off somewhere. He’d taken baby fox out for a walk a little earlier, and she did not expect him back anytime soon. It pleased the Acer to see him take care of the creature; no longer was she reticent about him keeping it as a pet. Every once in a while, she’d pause and glance over her shoulder. Just to make sure the blue-eyed boy did not stray too far away without notifying her first. As she did so, her golden-hued orbs found little Emwe just as he was about to collide into a tree. “Emwe, no!” she warned a little too late. He’d already gotten up close and personal with the trunk. The Acer froze for a moment, watching as the boy seemed to regain his composure. He seemed alright, but she called out to him nonetheless. Perhaps she could soothe his bruised ego, assuming it had been damaged in the collision. “Come here, you silly boy.” - Emwe Soul - 07-31-2009 [html]
Table by Sace/Hemming. Thanks! - Alexey Koios - 08-11-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... xeyban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
300+ Had this incident occurred a few weeks prior, the Koios girl would’ve been all over the child. But now that she’d adapted to him and his clumsy ways, handling situations such as this one came naturally. Emwe Soul had an appetite for attention that rivaled with his love of food. Needless to say, often were the times when he’d make the best out of little incidents (as was happening right now). This coincided with Alexey’s constant need to feel appreciated. What Emwe yearned for, she provided gladly. The boy closed in on the distance between them and Alexey greeted him with a few pleasant flicks of her tail. She had to stifle a laugh as he waddled in her direction, sincerely amused with his little walk. A million explanations could’ve been at the origin of his wobbly strut, but Lexey liked to assume that early adolescence was the main cause. His legs weren’t quite proportionate to the rest of his body; they were short and stubby, as opposed to the boy’s general pudginess. It was unbelievably cute though, and Alexey suspected that he was well aware of that. His forehead collided with her arm and she willingly let go of the linens she’d been scrubbing. The river’s current wasn’t strong enough to carry them away. “So Coli taught you how to hunt moles, did she?” The Caregiver hadn’t seen Colibri in what seemed to be forever. The Lilium’s eldest daughter, who'd been so insecure about meeting her step-brothers, had apparently risen above her fears. The tone of voice in which Emwe spoke of his fellow mole hunter denoted nothing but warmth and admiration for her, indicating that their meeting had been enjoyable at the very least. Alexey couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt as she recalled the promise she’d made the blue-eyed lady. It was she who should have initiated a meeting between brothers and sister. “Who else did you make friends with?” she questioned, lightly scratching the top of the child's head. - Emwe Soul - 08-13-2009 [html]
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300+ Evidently, questions of the sort left room for elaborate answers. It would've been completely unlike Emwe not to seize such an opportunity, especially if gave him the chance to relay stories he'd pieced together based on his so-called adventures. He'd picked up the ability to dramatize things during his stay in Phoenix Valley, she assumed. Most specifically from his alleged kidnapper, also known as Uncle Ly. Although this resemblance bothered her some, she made no mention of it. It was always amusing to hear him share personal experiences. The way he formulated thoughts and ideas was also entertaining. Alexey took no offence when little Emwe revealed how he'd nearly starved to death, fully aware that she did a good job providing food for him and Conor. It was possible that he'd been really hungry at the time, as was the case often, but it most certainly had not been comparable to starvation! Lexey made a note of his newfound appreciation for moles, as well as his fondness for the Lilium's illegitimate daughter. Perhaps one day, they could invite Colibri over for a nice supper consisting of roasted moles. Her maw parted to make way for words when the child's gender analysis reached her receivers. Almost instantly, she clamped it back shut. Her goal was to avoid the topic altogether, feeling quite uncomfortable discussing said "things" located between a person's legs. Emwe understood the basics, that these so-called things could help him differentiate males from females; no other information was needed. Did he know that Colibri was related to him? It was on the tip of her tongue to ask, but she refrained from doing so. If the blue-eyed girl hadn't told him herself, there was a reason why. "A moo?" She did not immediately understand what the boy meant, not until he elaborated futher by explaining how weird and rude the "moo" had been. "Oh, a cow? I don't think cows can speak, honey." Or if they could, it certainly wasn't in any language a wolf could understand. "I'm proud of you for being polite though!" she finally added, congratulating the boy on his good manners. - Emwe Soul - 08-27-2009 [html]
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