Post by theantichris on Dec 3, 2009 21:38:33 GMT 10
Title: Wrap Up
Rating (and Warnings): G, none
Prompt: #1, Winter
Summary: There are some things no one thinks to warn you about.
Notes: Could go with prompt #2 as well.
She'd expected the sleepless nights, the worry, the way they crawled into corners of her heart she hadn't known existed, but there were a lot of things about having children that no one had warned Daine of. True, some - such as, on occasion, not knowing even what species her daughter was, or the staggering variety of trouble a Gifted son in collusion with an infant dragon could cause - nobody could have been expected to foresee, but she did think someone might have mentioned the clothes.
Clothes, and the way the children didn't want to wear any of them. Mittens, scarves, hats, coats, stockings, all were carefully tucked around small forms to ward them against the cold, and all were later found, variously, under furniture, behind doors, outside the windows, in bookshelves and scroll-buckets and trailing from their parents' pockets. (Fortunately, Numair had invented a tagging spell to let them find the items again; Daine occasionally asked, with a dangerous glint in her eye, where the spell was to stop the littles hiding the blessed things in the first place.)
'Mama!' Sarra complained, her voice wobbling between registers. 'Why do I have to wear all this?'
'Because it's cold, and the healers can't be spending their Midwinters unfreezing your fingers.' Daine tied the second mitten in place with a knot she hoped was tight enough to foil a six-year-old.
'Auntie 'Lanna wouldn't mind,' Sarra muttered mutinously. 'They're scratchy, Mama. Besides, Gramma doesn't have to wear mittens.'
Daine almost giggled at the thought of anyone summoning the Green Lady to tell her to wear mittens, but kept her voice stern. 'Well, when you're a goddess who doesn't have to worry about mortal weather, then you can wear what you like.'
Sarra thought about it for a moment. then smiled sunnily. 'All right!'
The logic was unanswerable, there was a look of calculation on her daughter's face that Daine wasn't at all sure she liked.
Rating (and Warnings): G, none
Prompt: #1, Winter
Summary: There are some things no one thinks to warn you about.
Notes: Could go with prompt #2 as well.
She'd expected the sleepless nights, the worry, the way they crawled into corners of her heart she hadn't known existed, but there were a lot of things about having children that no one had warned Daine of. True, some - such as, on occasion, not knowing even what species her daughter was, or the staggering variety of trouble a Gifted son in collusion with an infant dragon could cause - nobody could have been expected to foresee, but she did think someone might have mentioned the clothes.
Clothes, and the way the children didn't want to wear any of them. Mittens, scarves, hats, coats, stockings, all were carefully tucked around small forms to ward them against the cold, and all were later found, variously, under furniture, behind doors, outside the windows, in bookshelves and scroll-buckets and trailing from their parents' pockets. (Fortunately, Numair had invented a tagging spell to let them find the items again; Daine occasionally asked, with a dangerous glint in her eye, where the spell was to stop the littles hiding the blessed things in the first place.)
'Mama!' Sarra complained, her voice wobbling between registers. 'Why do I have to wear all this?'
'Because it's cold, and the healers can't be spending their Midwinters unfreezing your fingers.' Daine tied the second mitten in place with a knot she hoped was tight enough to foil a six-year-old.
'Auntie 'Lanna wouldn't mind,' Sarra muttered mutinously. 'They're scratchy, Mama. Besides, Gramma doesn't have to wear mittens.'
Daine almost giggled at the thought of anyone summoning the Green Lady to tell her to wear mittens, but kept her voice stern. 'Well, when you're a goddess who doesn't have to worry about mortal weather, then you can wear what you like.'
Sarra thought about it for a moment. then smiled sunnily. 'All right!'
The logic was unanswerable, there was a look of calculation on her daughter's face that Daine wasn't at all sure she liked.