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Post by Shava on Feb 6, 2016 21:09:48 GMT -5
Dec 15, 2011 at 12:38am
Rosalie smiled, she'd arrived home yesterday, and while things were a bit tense, it was good to be home. Her parents, while not thrilled that she was so serious with a boy they'd never met, had declared that they were happy as long as she was happy, and couldn't wait to meet him (Read: interrogate him). They had suggested she write Taranis, and ask when it would be best for him to visit them and vice versa. After spending so much time with him every day, Rosalie found it surprisingly odd not having him around, and so was more than happy to oblige them.
She went upstairs to her room, and sat at the desk underneath her bedroom window. It was snowing, and she remembered suddenly that they had never gotten to have their snowball fight. The thought made her smile, the idea of remedying that situation made her grin. She picked up her quill, the same one Taranis had almost made off with, and began writing:
Dear Taran,
Mum and dad took the news rather well, though I'm sure they'll have a lot of questions when they meet you later on. Which is kind of why I'm writing, mum wants to know what the plan is going to be? Since I didn't have the slightest clue, I thought maybe we could figure something out. Gran practically broke into song the first time I visited (an uncommon occurrence I promise). She's so excited by the prospect of a June wedding (as in right after graduation!) she could hardly pause to take a breath.
It's snowing here, and I remembered you promised me a day in the snow. I think I'd like to make good on that soon. It seems so odd being here, where nothing's changed. My room is exactly as I left it in the fall, except that Concerto unraveled the rug. "Dad threatened to put him out, but mum and I rescued him at the last minute. She threatened to skip out on baking his chocolate pies this year, and he gave in. Concerto is currently sleeping in the middle of my bed, he seems to think he owns the place. Given how often mum feeds him, I'm not surprised!
Anyways, how are things at home? Did you get back all right? What about your mum and sisters? Can't wait to hear from you.
Yours,
Rose[/Font]
She rolled the letter tightly, and secured it with one of the many pieces of red ribbon she now had from the remains of her rug. Concerto was definitely down to eight lives now, close as he'd come to being tossed in the snow.[/Color]
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Post by Shava on Feb 6, 2016 21:10:25 GMT -5
Taranis was in the storeroom working with a wrench on the side of some bolts having just taken apart the plot for cleaning and sharpening when his mother called from the other end of the house. Being that was all of twenty feet it was easy to hear her. He put it down and stepped to the door cleaning his hands off with the rag as she waved a scroll in his direction with a wand. Surprised, he caught it with his cloth and looked at the address and a smile broke out on his face. He knew that handwriting from a distance. Coming into the kitchen fully, he shut the storage room door behind him tossing the cloth onto the stool and sat down at the table where one of his sisters was cutting carrots into a bowl.
He hesitated at the red ribbons, wondering for a moment if he had mentioned there was a code between him and his mother. If so, he was fairly sure he hadn't mentioned the codes themselves, but the red was for a fake letter and first letters. Opening the seal up (and noting it was a heck of a lot better then any seal they had, crisp edges showing it was deeply made) Taranis read with a growing smile. "Hey Mom, can Rosalie and her parents come for, well, maybe a day? I know we don't have anywhere for them for a night, but maybe in town they could get a place?" She debated before giving him an answer. "Oh I'm sure they could stay with Mr Daniels or he would know where. Give her his address. Maybe this weekend or the next if they want." Her frown increased a bit and he held up a hand.
"Don't worry, she knows we don't have space. I'll mention it again." With that he got a quill from the desk and wrote a response.
Taking the scroll he rolled it up and got the candle from above the stove, standing there long enough to get a drop of wax in three spots to seal it and then tying two brown ribbons, one on each end for her. Taking a piece of fresh cut cedar from the woodbox he turned to his mother and held them up with pleading eyes. Smirking, she tapped the wood on the letter transferring the smell all over the paper and he kissed her on the cheek before going to the window where the owl was waiting and eating bacon scraps from the pan. He tied on the letter and launched the bird out the window ignoring his sisters who were humming a song which went "sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I..."
His ears were NOT burning.
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Post by Shava on Feb 6, 2016 21:11:20 GMT -5
Rose had just finished readying for bed when Taran's letter arrived. She climbed out of bed in stocking feet to answer the owl's knock on her window. She took an owl treat from a jar on her bedside table, but the bird refused her offering. She noticed him eying the partially opened tin of cookies on her desk, and grinned. She broke off a small piece, and offered it to him. "Someone's been feeding you human food", she admonished him. The bird gave her a satisfied look, and hooted once before disappearing through her open window. She broke the seal on his letter, noting for the first time that it smelled distinctly like him.
After listening a moment to make sure no one was coming up the stairs to say good night yet, she lifted the parchment to her face and breathed in deeply. She lowered it smiling as her eyes found the first line. She doubted her parents would stay anywhere other than home over night, times being what they were. They wouldn't much like the idea of being an imposition anyway, she was sure. She read the rest of his letter, a warm smile pulled at her lips. She was starting to miss him, which she deemed strange considering it had only been a few days, none the less, she could hear the tones in his voice over his letter, and picture the expressions he'd be making if he were there.
She bit her lip, took her journal from her bedside table, and laid the parchment over it.
Dear Taran,
I'm pretty sure mum and dad would rather stay the day, they've been rather anxious about staying away from home very long as of late. I'm sure dad won't mind picking you up at all, so long as you don't mind a bit of apparition and a couple of trips through the floo. I have to admit, I'm still a bit nervous about meeting your family, so I think I'd like to go first if that's all right. I'm not sure if dad will be included or not, he's been working late the last few nights, and I'm not very sure what's going on, but we have plenty of snow to go around here, so we'll just have to see.
I can hardly wait to see it! You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to being near the ocean again, its a rare treat, and I'm very excited. Would your sisters like me to bring Concerto when I come? Oddly enough, he rather likes to travel by floo. Snuggling by the fire sounds nice. I'll have to try it some time. I might bring Gran's cocoa recipe with me when I come, it's really nice when the weather isn't. Mum and dad are downstairs just now, but I'll be sure to tell them first thing in the morning. Also, how did you manage the pine smell on the parchment? It's lovely, but I've never seen (or rather smelled) anything like that on paper before.
Gran wants mum and dad to bring you around as soon as you arrive. They must like what I've told them, because they told her she'd have to wait until they'd had their turn. If they really wanted to scare you, they'd have let her have you first! I'm only teasing, but seriously, I can't wait to show you mum's garden, it really is a beautiful place, even in winter. I suspect she uses some sort of spell to keep things blooming, but she claims to have the world's best green thumb. Have to go now, I think mum and dad are coming to say good night.
Love,
Rose
P.S. sorry about all the red ribbon, mum said I had to find something useful to do with what's left of the rug.
She tried to get the letter rolled up and out of sight before her parents came in. No such luck. Her mum peaked over her shoulder, scanning the first few lines. "You certainly seem fond of this boy, Rose, that's the second letter today." Rosalie blushed, that part at least she didn't have to act. "Of course I'm fond of him mum, we're getting married." She had yet to tell her parents she was in love with Taranis, it seemed like such a big thing to have to tell ones parents, even if it was for their own good.
Thankfully, neither of her parents seemed to have noticed this fact, though they shared a knowing look when they thought she wasn't looking. "I do hope you're sure about this darling, wouldn't want you rushing into anything", her dad put in. She noticed her mum take her dad's hand and squeeze lightly. It looked so much like a moment she had often with Taranis that her heart clenched, and for the first time she wasn't worried that maybe there might be another way to fix all this. But no, she remembered Taran's first letter. He needed this, as much if not moreso than she did, it had to be done.
"I'm sure dad, I really am", another truth. She crawled under the covers, and each parent kissed their daughter's forehead in turn. "We'll talk about this more in the morning Rosie", her mum said softly. Rose knew that to be true, there was so much to discuss, so much progress to make in such a short time. She smiled as her parents left the room, they could do this, they had to. She rolled onto her side, and Concerto chose that moment to curl up rather inconveniently in the space behind her knees.
She reached to scratch the kitten behind his ears. "Silly boy", she cooed softly, "are you nervous too?"
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Post by Shava on Feb 6, 2016 21:12:06 GMT -5
Taranis sat up half asleep, propping himself on his elbows as one of his sisters in her nightgown sat on his lap and giggled. She had said several things at him before he heard the words "...says she's in love, Ooooo..." It was then he noted she had an open letter and he reached out and instead of grabbing for it which she had been prepared for, got her around the waist pulling her close as he went for the noogies. "Naughty naughty reading my mail! Noogies!" While she giggled and girl-screamed and squirmed trying to escape all thoughts of the letter she had just dropped forgotten. He let her escape picking up the letter and pushing her butt with his foot as she escaped squealing in glee. Chuckling (though a bit blushed in annoyance she had read it), he read it himself.
He could almost hear her voice sounding out the words, deciding how to phrase something. An image in his mind of her sitting there looking at the parchment, quill poised brought a smile to his face and he noted, like his sister already had (he rolled his eyes at the teasing that implied from them) that she had written love at the closing. getting up he grabbed his pajama shirt (he couldn't sleep with it on to be honest) and pulled it on and headed downstairs. Since it wasn't crop time getting up at the crack of dawn wasn't so big a deal and he had slept in a little this morning, probably his mother's trick to make sure he was rested.
Climbing down the ladder he went to the stove and added some coal from the bucket to feed the flames more and got an oil lantern lit, placing it on the table hook hanging above. One of the little minxes must have heard the owl at the window and snuck down and got it while mom was outside. Picking up a quill from the corner desk he thought a moment before he began to write.
Smiling at his careful work, Taranis went and tied it off with red ribbon this time and sealed it again three times after putting a small piece of cedar wood inside for the smell before going to the window where an impatient owl waited on the perch. Digging through the leftovers from last night, Taranis managed a few bread crusts he fed the eager bird and then tied off the letter before launching her out the window and then going to get dressed. Work wasn't going to get any easier and he had chores to do before visitors came calling.
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Post by Shava on Feb 6, 2016 21:16:09 GMT -5
Rose was just getting up from breakfast when the owl arrived. The sudden tapping noise made her jump slightly, but she practically sprang up to retrieve it. When she opened the window, the owl swooped in and landed in the middle of the kitchen table. She laughed, and offered it a piece of bacon that she'd left on her plate. The owl looked at her with what she could have sworn was a grateful look, and she smiled. A moment later, the owl left in the direction he'd come, and Rose clutched the letter tightly in one hand.
"I'm going out to the garden!" she called, picking up quill and parchment from the bookshelf in the sitting room on her way out the door. For a moment, she simply enjoyed the cool morning air. It was a cold, clear day and the air was crisp. She sat on one of the many stone benches, this one among the roses. She opened the letter and began reading.
The way he described his sisters made her laugh, and she suddenly knew they would get along very well, so long as she took good care of their brother. She was so surprised at being admonished to stop laughing that she actually did so for a moment, before she burst into a fit of giggles again. The fact that he was beginning to know her so well made her feel better. She sighed, she knew he was right about her father, but doing nothing had never been Rosalie's strong point, even when it was for the best.
It took her a moment or two, but she smiled when she figured out the meaning behind his listing the odd items on his table. She folded the letter, and put it in her pocket. It was then that she realized her parents were standing at the window, arms around each other, watching her with odd sort of reminiscent smiles on their faces. She smiled, made a silly face at them, and then returned to the matter at hand. Remembering that she'd forgotten to bring something to write on, Rosalie knelt in front of the bench, and began writing.
Dear Taranis,
I think that's pretty cool. That you and your mom have a code for putting messages in your letters. I guess that makes it easier for the message to be received loud and clear. I know you're right about dad, but I can't help but worry about him. He seems like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders when he comes home, and he and mum are both a lot more serious than they used to be. Its too quiet here, I think I even miss all the chaos at school.
Too bad about Concerto, I'm sure he'd love the attention. What did you have in mind for getting revenge? I think I could bring a few good ideas garnered from my cousins over the last several years. I told mum and dad about everything this morning, they said to expect us this weekend if that's all right with everyone there. What's the weather like in Ireland right now? I haven't been since we took a vacation there several years ago, and I have to say I'm excited to be going back. It's such a beautiful place.
My what Interesting Sisters Someone has. I think you Need to Give them a talking to about reading Your mail, they Ought to Understand.
Yours Impatiently,
Rose
P.S. I wouldn't worry about Gran, she's only as fierce as I am,[/Font]
She rolled the letter up, and crept quietly back into the house. Hoping her parents were in the library or at least away from her immediate path to her bedroom. She jumped when she heard her mother's voice. "And how is Taranis doing today?" she asked in a teasing voice. Rosalie blushed crimson, but smiled. "He's fine mum", she said softly. Her mum gave her a knowing look that she didn't understand. "Well, hurry on up and get it sent then, we need to get the decorations done today. Did you ask him if this weekend would be acceptable?" Rosalie wrinkled her nose and managed a somewhat impatient, "yes, mum" as she turned to the stairs.
Unbeknownst to her, her mother was smiling at her retreating back, a knowing look in her hazel eyes. Oh to be young and in love again, without the cares of the world on your shoulders. Her daughter reminded her so much of herself at that age, and she looked forward almost anxiously to meeting the young man who'd stolen her little girl's heart.
Upstairs, Rosalie was searching her room for a particular bottle. A perfume she only wore for special occasions, but which smelled of roses and so was perfect for what she wanted to do. She found it a few moments later, hiding at the back of one of her bookshelves. She unrolled the letter, spritzing it lightly before rolling it up again. She tied it with the red ribbon, and let her own owl out of its cage, a tiny female snowy owl whom Rose had named hielo, after the spanish word for ice. She opened the window and tied the letter to the owl's leg before giving it a pat on the head.
The owl hooted, and managed to steal a bite of cookie before escaping through the opened window. "What is it with owls and cookies?" Rose asked softly to herself.[/Color]
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Post by Shava on Feb 6, 2016 21:18:53 GMT -5
Wiping the sweat off his brow, Taranis was tempted to remove another layer, but the wind would have been too strong for him if he had unfortunately. If he had been legal enough to not have a trace, he could have done the job much faster, but as it was every season the steps had to be recleared of loose stone which fell during the storms which battered the coast line. It was hard work really as some stones were bigger then others and with broom, shovel, and pail he had been making his way down the cliff walk slowly. It was near the bottom about mid day when he became aware of being watched and he looked around.
An owl was four steps up with a letter above him, trying to stay upright in the wind.
"Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you! Here," Taranis said slipping off his outer coat and putting it up against the stone in-cliff side and then picking up the owl to remove the note and put the owl in his coat slightly to stay warm. "Wait there a minute then I'll take you farther up so you have an easier time." Sitting down next to the owl he unwrapped the letter and read, confused about the code till he figured out she had only gotten the last part of it. Smiling and wondering if she would get the rest later, he pulled out his quill and ink from his coat pocket and another scroll, settling down to write one more time.
And from a torn scrap from another note he scribbled "I.T.A.L.Y. means I Trust And Love You."
Cheered up, he sealed it up by multiple folds and pulled a string from his pocket, reusing her ribbons on his letter before tying it back on the owl's leg and carrying her up the cliff with him under his jacket. Feeding her a bit off his sandwich, she seemed happy about being shielded from the wind. Thanking the great wizards for intelligent owls, when he reached the top he found the wind harder and said to her "Okay, I'll throw you as far up as I can, you need to go for height as quick as you can cause there are buildings. Ready?" And when she clicked her beak he dropped the coat and threw her as high as he could, seeing her whipped away over the farm, but getting height enough to be safe.
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Post by Shava on Feb 6, 2016 21:21:43 GMT -5
It was mid-afternoon when her owl returned, looking a bit ruffled and worse for wear. Thankfully, she'd been up in her bedroom working on muggle studies homework, so when the owl knocked on her bedroom window, she didn't have to worry about her parents prying eyes. She patted the owl's ruffled feathers, and this time simply gave her a cookie. The bird seemed content enough to peck away at it while perched on her desk. She pulled the ribbon over the letter, and spread it out over her desk before she sat to write her response.
She turned her wizarding wireless to a local station that played classical music from both magical and muggle composers alike. Concerto chose that moment to take a flying leap from the edge of her bed into her lap, startling her momentarily. "What are you? Trying to fly?" He didn't seem to appreciate her teasing tone, but was nonetheless content to curl up on her legs. She scratched his favorite spot behind his ears and smiled. Picking up her quill she tapped her upper lip once or twice before she put it to parchment.
Dear Taranis,
Possibly, I haven't decided whether I'm going to give you fair warning or not. Alas, the snow has stopped here, but we've still got about a foot covering everything that doesn't move. Really? thank you for taking care of hielo, she doesn't always do so well in strong winds. Entirely up to you, mum and dad say you're welcome to stay as long as you like, I think they're rather curious to get to know you. Not sure what the weather will be like when you come, so be prepared for anything.
Tell your mother I'm looking forward to meeting her, and that I hope she and your sisters are having a good holiday. Silly, of course we wouldn't go traipsing through muggle neighborhood with no idea where we were going! Typically, dad is fairly casual as well, so I wouldn't worry; he and mum aren't preoccupied with that sort of thing. Hope your sisters didn't give you too hard a time yesterday, or maybe I hope they did, I haven't decided yet.
I will tell her you said hello, but I haven't talked to her about owls yet. Not sure if they remember them truthfully with everything else going on. Kiss your owl for me, poor thing has made a lot of round trips lately. Wonderful mood as far as I can tell, if she were any happier she might float. Especially since she got that picture of you in the mail before we left. Are you enjoying being home? Regretfully I haven't actually gotten to play in the snow yet, but maybe when you come we can have a snow day together. Everything around here looks so pretty all decorated for Christmas, I can't wait for you to see it.
Do you think you could bring your broom when you come? Dad might want to get a family game going, and no one here is particularly good at playing seeker. Apparently its a family curse, all good at quidditch, but no talent for seeking. Thought you might like to get in a bit of practice. I am so excited, but a bit nervous too! Nearly couldn't sleep last night with all the thoughts buzzing around in my head. Gah! Concerto just attacked Hielo...must be off!
Yours,
Rose
P.S. I've always wanted to see ITALY too.[/Font]
Rose sighed softly as she rolled up the letter again. She almost felt bad for sending the Hielo out again so soon, but the owl seemed to understand she was going back, and didn't look terribly disappointed by the idea. Rosalie wondered absently if Taranis had a way with animals the same way he did with humans. It was definitely something like that, because Hielo took off in an expanse of feathers the moment Rose released her leg. She glanced at her book, which lay forgotten on her bed, and shrugged to herself.
Mum would be starting dinner soon, and she might need some help. Rose felt increasing pressure to spend time with her family when she could, these were very uncertain times, and nothing should be taken for granted. However, that included the fact that some things never changed, like her father winking at her from his armchair and making a seemingly offhanded comment about Hielo's new exercise regimen. She made a face at him as she passed, and he ruffled her hair.
When Rose entered the kitchen, the expression on her mother's face was one of concentration. She was currently dicing peppers for a spicy tomato sauce, and she offered what was left of the whole peppers to Rose. "Would you like to finish these sweetheart?" Rosalie nodded, happy to be able to help her mom in some way. She took the proffered knife, and began chopping earnestly. When her mum spoke, Rose knew she was trying to sound nonchalant. "Are you excited for our upcoming trip?" she asked softly.
Rose wasn't sure how to answer, she hadn't actually told her parents everything yet, and so she thought a somewhat casual, "I'm looking forward to it" would go over best. Unfortunately, her mum wasn't fooled, and the grin she sent Rose over her shoulder spoke volumes. Rosalie sighed and went back to chopping peppers, yes, some things never changed.[/Color]
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Post by Shava on Feb 6, 2016 21:25:18 GMT -5
Supper time and the family was sitting around the table as the wind pounded on the house, pulling on the roof. Hopefully it wouldn't be too damaging to the roof, but not telling. They had stew and were working on bowls of the rich smelling broth listening to one of the girls telling a story about what she had been doing with sorting seeds. All of a sudden there was a loud scrabbling sound at the window and Taranis' mother jumped up and ran to the window being the closest. Opening the window, wind storm and panicked owl entered at the same time and Taranis caught the owl in a quick jump while his mother got the window closed back up. Both the girls shielded the other bowls from the dust which had come in with the wind.
When it settled a second later, the owl was sitting on his arm, the letter swinging below his arm as all their eyes fell on it. Boann spoke up in the silence "Wow, Taranus! She must have the hots for you!" The other sister slapped her hands over her mouth as mom gave them unbelieving looks and Taranis' mouth fell open in surprise. Over the next few minutes of rapid conversation and defensive argument back and forth, Taranis (still wiping tears from his eyes) managed to find a spot for the owl to rest while he read the letter. Seeing the length he figured out the code first in his head slowly, smiling as he got it. Good, they were on the right path.
Early in the morning around four am, Taranis got out of his bed rubbing his eyes and rolled over to where his clothes were piled. Slipping on his trousers and shirt, he moved quietly over the boards to the trap door and made his way downstairs. Moving to the kitchen he stood and listened a minute hearing the wind had died down. Nodding he got himself a bowl of porridge started on the stove, putting in some more coal and then tied his letter from the night before on the little owl's leg and gave her some leftover bits from the dinner of lat night.
There were no red ribbons this time, only normal brown ones. Once she was ready he let her out the window and went to get his breakfast before he had to be getting back to the fence repair job...
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Post by Shava on Feb 6, 2016 21:25:59 GMT -5
Rose had been sleeping when the owl arrived. She glanced rolled over, and pulled the covers up over her head. What was that insistent tapping noise almost like fingernails on glass...or claws...wait claws! Rosalie's eyes snapped open, and she yawned. A glance at the window told her it couldn't possibly be any later than 7AM. She forced her body to accomodate her desire to get out of bed. The moment the cool air accosted her senses, she shivered, but managed to put her feet on the floor.
She pushed the window open, and all but snatched her owl into the room. Hielo flew in gratefully and perched on her desk. Rosalie patted the owls ruffled feathers, and smiled. Unable to resist any longer, she crawled back into bed and snuggled under the covers to read. She shook her head as she read, how could she have forgotten about the wind storm he had mentioned. She laid the letter aside, and took up quill and parchment.
Dear Taranis,
Thank you so much for taking care of Hielo! I had forgotten about the wind when I sent her over, but she seems none the worse for wear. I think I shall take your advice, feed her well and let her rest before I send her with this letter this afternoon. A little wind never hurt anyone, but I do hope its safe to be outdoors, since I am terribly excited to see everything you've described. We've all started getting ready for the trip. Mum wanted me to ask if there was anything we should bring. I think I've gotten it through their heads rather well that things are supposed to be informal, but some aspects of mum's upbringing are just too deeply rooted to be changed.
I hadn't thought about a camera, but I'll owl Gran this afternoon and ask. If she has one I should have it by the time we leave tomorrow. Tomorrow...wow...I can't believe that. I do hope your arms stay where they are. I've grown rather attached to them recently. I'm glad yout get the day off, I'm looking forward to being able to spend time together again. It seems odd after spending so much time together to be so far apart. Well, logically it isn't that far, but you know what I mean. That is funny! About your sisters I mean! I'm sorry they made you blush, but welcome to my world!"
I think I hear mum calling, we said we might go to Gran's today. Something about a lesson in courting ettiquette. If ony you could have seen the horrified look on my face when mum told me, but ah well, I shall see you soon either way!
Impatiently Yours,
Rose
She tied the letter off with one of the hair ribbons she'd had as a young girl, a bright orange. She hoped it didn't have any sort of special meaning. When she'd finished, she put the letter on her bedside table to wait for later in the day when Hielo had rested some. It wasn't until after two o'clock when she had returned from Gran's feeling no wiser but infinitely more informed that she sent the letter to Taranis.
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Post by Shava on Feb 6, 2016 21:26:41 GMT -5
Coming back to the house carrying a load of boards. Taranis added these to the pile he had of them stacked in the corner which he used for doing roof repairs. Closing the outside door, he re-sealed it and went to the interior access and stepped into the small kitchen. As he stepped to the sink slipping one hand under his arm to remove a glove so he could get some water, his youngest sister came up to him and held out a letter with her head hung down. "Wha...what's wrong?" he said giving her an odd look. "Mom made me sit and hold your letter till you return as part of my punishment." She gave him a sad peek to se eif he was laughing at her.
Squatting, he slipped an arm around her which was the least dirty and pulled her close enough to kiss her nose which made her squirm as always. "I forgive you, squirt. I still can't believe you said that in front of mom, though, she's not going to let you off easy on that one." Her smile back said she knew it to and he gave her another squeeze before he stripped off the other glove so he could open it up. Reading the letter he chuckled and shook his head about what was happening over there. "Is her owl still around?" His sister nodded and pointed to the window and he saw her out on the ledge enjoying the sun, a rare thing this week.
Taking a quill, he wrote a very quick note back.
Ruffling his sister's hair as he passed and then dodging the return kick, Taranis got outside to go send the owl off with the note. Just before he did though he saw the orange ribbon and realized it wasn't the normal ribbon for letters. Undoing it, he tucked it in a pocket with a gleam in his eyes and used a piece of string to keep the letter close as he got the owl off on her way.
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It's the only way I can distract myself from the real world issues I have to deal with daily so I NEED to.