01-04-2010, 06:19 PM
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Word Count: 419 - SoSuWriMo
I am a part of all that I have met
Mew studied her brother's face as he studied her children, and saw no change in him. There seemed to be a certain lack of emotion, as if he simply did not care. For a moment, though, there seemed to be something, but it passed so quickly she was not certain whether she had seen it at all. Something as small as the widening of an eye or the twitch of a brow; she could very well simply have looked too hard at his face, and imagined it all. After all, she was often weary with these three running around her feet, and quite often she misinterpreted people's faces, for example's Alexey's. And it seemed to her that though she had been more emotional while carrying the litter, that feeling lingered in her body. She often overreacted or put more meaning into something than was intended. She would give her baby brother the benefit of the doubt.
Blue orbs rested on Dexter the most intently, and Mew nudged the little boy on the back side, hoping he would take a step forward to speak to Haku. He resisted, however, and remained between her legs. The scepticism of the children did not lessen when he spoke to them, bluntly. Mew arched an eyebrow for a second before it settled again. Again with the strange words. Again with the strange reaction to a situation. None of the children replied, but stared at him with large saucer eyes. Annoyed now, at this tension in the room (which was surely imagined by her. After all, why wouldn't her own brother be happy to meet her children? No, this scene before her eyes was tainted by her excess of feeling, surely), Mew bent down and spoke to the children. Her voice was quite stern now, but soft at the edges, as if wshing to reprimand but not quite succeeding. "Now children, it's rude not to reply. Your uncle is the Lilium, and you should be respectful." Noticing the change in their mother's voice, the children looked at her stupidly before looking back at their uncle, and after hesitating a moment they all spoke at once, shyly, in sentences resembling "Hi uncle Haku" and "How are you?". Satisfied, Mew nudged them with her nose. "See? Not hard at all." She raised her head to look back at her brother, now quite proud. He could see they were not dimwits, just a little nervous around strangers. It was not at all uncommon, or so she had heard.
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Word Count: 419 - SoSuWriMo
Mew studied her brother's face as he studied her children, and saw no change in him. There seemed to be a certain lack of emotion, as if he simply did not care. For a moment, though, there seemed to be something, but it passed so quickly she was not certain whether she had seen it at all. Something as small as the widening of an eye or the twitch of a brow; she could very well simply have looked too hard at his face, and imagined it all. After all, she was often weary with these three running around her feet, and quite often she misinterpreted people's faces, for example's Alexey's. And it seemed to her that though she had been more emotional while carrying the litter, that feeling lingered in her body. She often overreacted or put more meaning into something than was intended. She would give her baby brother the benefit of the doubt.
Blue orbs rested on Dexter the most intently, and Mew nudged the little boy on the back side, hoping he would take a step forward to speak to Haku. He resisted, however, and remained between her legs. The scepticism of the children did not lessen when he spoke to them, bluntly. Mew arched an eyebrow for a second before it settled again. Again with the strange words. Again with the strange reaction to a situation. None of the children replied, but stared at him with large saucer eyes. Annoyed now, at this tension in the room (which was surely imagined by her. After all, why wouldn't her own brother be happy to meet her children? No, this scene before her eyes was tainted by her excess of feeling, surely), Mew bent down and spoke to the children. Her voice was quite stern now, but soft at the edges, as if wshing to reprimand but not quite succeeding. "Now children, it's rude not to reply. Your uncle is the Lilium, and you should be respectful." Noticing the change in their mother's voice, the children looked at her stupidly before looking back at their uncle, and after hesitating a moment they all spoke at once, shyly, in sentences resembling "Hi uncle Haku" and "How are you?". Satisfied, Mew nudged them with her nose. "See? Not hard at all." She raised her head to look back at her brother, now quite proud. He could see they were not dimwits, just a little nervous around strangers. It was not at all uncommon, or so she had heard.