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Post by Catriona on Sept 30, 2007 13:12:03 GMT -5
Tirith struggles when his father pushes him to the side, and waves his hands helplessly in his mother's grip/ "Dad! Mu-um!"
Catriona holds him as closely as she can with her large belly. "Stay here, you. Good luck," she smiles at Satorius. "Now, you look like you need a bath."
Tirith squeeks in panic. "MUM!"
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Post by Satorius on Sept 30, 2007 13:18:47 GMT -5
"Thanks. See you in a little while, love." The former Incubus said, stepping through the threshold and into the city.
Cirion tilted his head to the right, his fingers sliding over the cover of his book, feeling the tiny nicks, cuts, and pits that books tend to form over time. He traced his fingers against a depression so faint that others would easily overlook it, caused by his running his finger and tracing his name out on the front before. He smiled, watching his mother and Tirith, his brother. Hm, how to save Tirith from the dreaded bath...
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Post by Catriona on Sept 30, 2007 13:20:46 GMT -5
Catriona lovingly hoists the boy under her arm and carries him back towards the catacombs. "You too, Cirion," she says happily.
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Post by Cirion Trevain on Sept 30, 2007 13:24:53 GMT -5
Hm. That backfired. The little boy follows after his mother, scratching at his wings a little.
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Post by Catriona on Oct 1, 2007 14:05:53 GMT -5
She reaches for his hand, and smiles down at the child. "You're getting bigger," she says fondly. "You'll be taller than me someday."
"Lemme go!" Tirith moans unhappily. "I don't want a bath."
"Too bad," his mother replies cheerfully. She steps into the teleportation circle and swooshes into the corridors of the catacombs, not that far from the bathroom.
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Post by Rinathan on Jan 17, 2008 14:17:27 GMT -5
Rinathan saunters into the library, squinting a little as if he just stepped out of the darkness. He looks around a little skittishly and casually pockets a book that doesn't belong to him with a nervous sleight of hand.
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