Jewels of the Sun

Lolita Monroe · 11-21-2010, 12:44 PM

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for Poppy! 300+

Lolita stood outside in the brisk air, not exactly thrilled by how cold it was becoming. The sun was beginning to peek over the vines surrounding the large Victorian house where she lived with Pippa and her three daughters, and the creamy woman was thankful for that, at least. It was early, and the Monroe woman did not know whether or not any of her family would wake soon, but she was enjoying the last bit of time outside where the sun shone and did not reflect off of snow. The snow would come soon, she was sure, and she was far from pleased about it. Though she was half wolf and a good portion Alaskan Malamute, Lolita had always taken after the shepherd side of her family. As a result, her frame was small, her fur thin, and her ears large. None of those things were particularly conducive to feeling comfortable in the snow. She did so hate the snow.

Flame-colored hair fell down her back in small tangles, uncombed as it usually was. Lolita turned to face the tower near the front door, jade eyes falling to rest where her two lost children now lay forever. The tears she had shed for them were long gone by now, and she had spent her time focusing on those that lived, rather than mourning those lost. She turned away then, refusing to allow herself more than a moment to think of Orchid and Iris. They were gone, and while it was indeed sad, Lolita needed to focus on Poppy, Magnolia, and Foxglove. Lifting her hands to the vines overhead that surrounded the entire area, she plucked a leaf off gently, twirling it between lithe fingers. Her thoughts were scattered, though none were particularly important. It was a very calm, uneventful morning.

Poppy Monroe · 11-21-2010, 01:22 PM

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This is going to be insanely adorable. 346 words...

The eldest of the three Monroe daughters blinked the sleep out of her ocean blue eyes, a light yawn escaping her lips. It was a morning like any other, with her two sisters' body warmth making her feel perfectly comfortable as she lay in a ball, tangled up in all of the blankets she'd managed to hog overnight. The walls of the Victorian home brought a kind of safety, enabling Poppy to relax and enjoy the early morning atmosphere. Her sisters were still snoring around her, Magnolia stirring slightly. The pup stayed put, listening to her surroundings for a brief moment. Seconds later the moment was gone, however, for the little fuzz ball of energy had grown bored.

Without even bothering to be quiet for her sleeping sisters' sake, Poppy Monroe hastily attempted to rid herself of the tangled mess that was her blankets, managing to paw Foxglove in the head - how in the world could they both remain fast asleep by the time she'd gotten free, four paws safely on the wooden floor? She did not stay put long enough to find out, speeding clumsily out of the door, eyes scanning the area for her mother.

November was slowly coming to an end, bringing with it a bittersweet coldness that, although Poppy did not know it yet, would turn into a glittery white powder known as snow. As Poppy set foot outside of the door, a sudden gush of cool air hitting her fluffy face, she couldn't help but shiver slightly. It was one of the coldest mornings to date and Poppy wasn't sure she liked it very much.

Of course, she didn't have much time to muse over the idea of summer, because that was when she spotted the she-wolf she'd been looking for. Before even taking a step toward her however, Poppy realized that her Mama looked a little upset. Poppy didn't like that at all; unlike the cold, she knew that one for a fact.

"Mama, are you okay?" she asked as she edged closer, her nose pressing against the red-haired woman's hand affectionately.

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Lolita Monroe · 12-15-2010, 11:07 PM

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I'm sorry for the wait. <3 I've just had zero oomph for Lolita lately, trying to get it back. D: This will be so cute! <3

Lolita knew that there was no reason for her to mourn the loss of Orchid and Iris any longer, and she knew that her living daughters were her priority, the most important things in her life. The woman no longer shed tears for the small bodies buried beneath the tree by the door, though they would never be forgotten. Maybe someday she would tell Poppy and the other girls more about them. Not much had been said, and she did not think it needed to change, for the girls were still very young. They did not need such sadness in their already complicated lives. They would have enough to deal with while growing up, including a father they knew but lived far away. It would have been easier, she decided, if she had not told Niro about them in the first place, likely.

While she was lost in thought, a movement behind her drew her attention, a small voice and the touch of her daughter's nose warming her heart. Lolita knelt down, crouching on the ground before her daughter, smiling softly. "I'm fine, little love," she said softly. It was not exactly a lie, for the woman could hardly be sad about Orchid and Iris when she was faced with the little rust and white girl she loved so much. "Did you sleep well? Are your sisters still sleeping?" The creamy furred woman smiled fondly at her eldest daughter.

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