09-08-2011, 11:44 AM
The moment the knock sounded there was a flurry of movement from within Orin's treetop cottage. It sounded like a herd of rhinos on the move, all of which were simultaneously giggling and shushing each other. Just when it seemed that the scuffle of paws was about to die down, there was a prominent thud, someone squeaked and two more laughed, and the bustle started anew. Whispers secreted behind the door, while other words were blurted with great excitement then followed by another round of obnoxious SHHH!'s. Someone said, 'he'll hear you.' Another, 'is that daddy?' and a third professed, 'we're not trying to hide from him.'
“Just a minute!” Orin sang through the door, but it was a lie. It was a good five before anyone even got close to the door, another two before she opened it.
Tonight was a big deal. As was their way, Shawchert and Orin did everything backwards, and even though they already had children together the two had never been on a date. In fact, they never even courted each other in any sense, save for one night where the two desperately needed each other’s comfort, which didn’t really count, even though it was the evening that gave them their beautiful daughters - the very daughters that now scuttled around inside the bungalow, helping Orin get ready and giving her their childish dating advice that was of the utmost importance.
When the door swung open Orin was a sight. Her honey eyes were as big and round as the curious gaze of her daughters, and her usually choppy hair was somewhat tamed. Her blond tresses were pulled back into a tight French braid – though some of the shorter pieces, including her bangs, still managed to get free here or there – and one or both of her daughters had decorated the braid with flowers and anything that the girls deemed important for their parents’ first outing.
Her eyes met Shawchert’s, a smattering of greenery from the canopy outlined his face. She couldn’t help but smile. Primping had felt a little silly at first, but her daughters insisted on it - especially her little fairy princess – but now that she saw her beau any anxiety she once had melted away.
“Good evening, Shawchert,” she said in the most courtly way. The light from the lantern that illuminated her porch in the evenings danced in her sparkling eyes.
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“Just a minute!” Orin sang through the door, but it was a lie. It was a good five before anyone even got close to the door, another two before she opened it.
Tonight was a big deal. As was their way, Shawchert and Orin did everything backwards, and even though they already had children together the two had never been on a date. In fact, they never even courted each other in any sense, save for one night where the two desperately needed each other’s comfort, which didn’t really count, even though it was the evening that gave them their beautiful daughters - the very daughters that now scuttled around inside the bungalow, helping Orin get ready and giving her their childish dating advice that was of the utmost importance.
When the door swung open Orin was a sight. Her honey eyes were as big and round as the curious gaze of her daughters, and her usually choppy hair was somewhat tamed. Her blond tresses were pulled back into a tight French braid – though some of the shorter pieces, including her bangs, still managed to get free here or there – and one or both of her daughters had decorated the braid with flowers and anything that the girls deemed important for their parents’ first outing.
Her eyes met Shawchert’s, a smattering of greenery from the canopy outlined his face. She couldn’t help but smile. Primping had felt a little silly at first, but her daughters insisted on it - especially her little fairy princess – but now that she saw her beau any anxiety she once had melted away.
“Good evening, Shawchert,” she said in the most courtly way. The light from the lantern that illuminated her porch in the evenings danced in her sparkling eyes.
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