Post by wordy on Sept 12, 2011 14:52:52 GMT 10
Title: Some are born responsible, and some have responsibility thrust upon them
Rating: PG
Word Count: 266
Card: Autumn
Bingo: Travel + Orchard + Youth + Choice + Harvest
Summary: Briar has to babysit.
Briar crossed his arms. “You can’t be serious.”
“Does it look like I’m joking?” asked Rosethorn tartly, gesturing to the mess around her feet. Lark ducked her head to hide a smile, her hands still expertly folding and packing the mound of clothes that sat beside her.
“I don’t know anything about kids,” said Briar. “Gods, I don’t even live here anymore.”
“Is there really that much you need to know?” Lark spoke up, her eyes dancing. “Not too long ago, you were a kid yourself.”
“A damn nuisance, too,” Rosethorn cut in.
Briar still wasn’t convinced. “You really expect me to do this? While the two of you are off gallivanting about, I’d be stuck here, alone?”
“You wouldn’t be alone. Comas and Glaki would be here, too.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he said, frowning. “I’m not qualified to...to do anything! Especially not to look after kids!”
“Get them to help you in the garden,” suggested Rosethorn. “I’m sure you noticed the new fruit trees I planted. The three of you can’t get up to too much mischief, and we won’t be gone for long.”
“You’ll be good for Comas,” Lark added. “Draw him out of his shell.” Finished with her packing, she stood and patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry.”
Rosethorn followed her out of the room, a twitch of a smile playing over her lips. “Don’t worry,” she echoed.
An unpleasant mixture of despair and foreboding was churning in his stomach. Briar looked around the half-packed room, feeling helpless and quite sorry for himself. “I expect presents!” he yelled after them.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 266
Card: Autumn
Bingo: Travel + Orchard + Youth + Choice + Harvest
Summary: Briar has to babysit.
Briar crossed his arms. “You can’t be serious.”
“Does it look like I’m joking?” asked Rosethorn tartly, gesturing to the mess around her feet. Lark ducked her head to hide a smile, her hands still expertly folding and packing the mound of clothes that sat beside her.
“I don’t know anything about kids,” said Briar. “Gods, I don’t even live here anymore.”
“Is there really that much you need to know?” Lark spoke up, her eyes dancing. “Not too long ago, you were a kid yourself.”
“A damn nuisance, too,” Rosethorn cut in.
Briar still wasn’t convinced. “You really expect me to do this? While the two of you are off gallivanting about, I’d be stuck here, alone?”
“You wouldn’t be alone. Comas and Glaki would be here, too.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he said, frowning. “I’m not qualified to...to do anything! Especially not to look after kids!”
“Get them to help you in the garden,” suggested Rosethorn. “I’m sure you noticed the new fruit trees I planted. The three of you can’t get up to too much mischief, and we won’t be gone for long.”
“You’ll be good for Comas,” Lark added. “Draw him out of his shell.” Finished with her packing, she stood and patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry.”
Rosethorn followed her out of the room, a twitch of a smile playing over her lips. “Don’t worry,” she echoed.
An unpleasant mixture of despair and foreboding was churning in his stomach. Briar looked around the half-packed room, feeling helpless and quite sorry for himself. “I expect presents!” he yelled after them.