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Saturday the 8th of May, day 342
Early afternoon, The Library
Woke up again with a start; war cry on my lips, blood on my hands. "Alright you bastard!" I yelled to the ghost in my dream. "I hear you! You need me, I get it!" But for what?
My yelling woke Rose, of course, which was not the best way to start any morning. Cranky babies are one thing, a cranky Rose can completely ruin a day. Luckily, she seemed more curious about what caused my sudden outburst than put out.
We went through the morning and early afternoon, busy in the shoppe because of market day and the lovely weather. Romana was off, so I was bustling about by myself as Rose was passed around. But the whole time, my mind was on Ares. He won't tell me outright what he needs to do, that would make the most sense you prick... but I have a good idea of what he needs. My only problem is; how?
The problem is still on my mind when I close up for the day. I feed Rose and change her, and she decides to doze off. Hoping she'll stay asleep, I place her in her basket and head off to the library. If I ask really nicely, maybe Lydia will show me where the books on Greek gods are instead of whapping me upside the head with one.
Enter the library, and sigh at it's coolness and comforting quiet. With luck, Rose will stay asleep and I can find what I need.
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Early afternoon, The Library
Woke up again with a start; war cry on my lips, blood on my hands. "Alright you bastard!" I yelled to the ghost in my dream. "I hear you! You need me, I get it!" But for what?
My yelling woke Rose, of course, which was not the best way to start any morning. Cranky babies are one thing, a cranky Rose can completely ruin a day. Luckily, she seemed more curious about what caused my sudden outburst than put out.
We went through the morning and early afternoon, busy in the shoppe because of market day and the lovely weather. Romana was off, so I was bustling about by myself as Rose was passed around. But the whole time, my mind was on Ares. He won't tell me outright what he needs to do, that would make the most sense you prick... but I have a good idea of what he needs. My only problem is; how?
The problem is still on my mind when I close up for the day. I feed Rose and change her, and she decides to doze off. Hoping she'll stay asleep, I place her in her basket and head off to the library. If I ask really nicely, maybe Lydia will show me where the books on Greek gods are instead of whapping me upside the head with one.
Enter the library, and sigh at it's coolness and comforting quiet. With luck, Rose will stay asleep and I can find what I need.
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Date: 2011-09-05 04:39 am (UTC)"Quite some taste, for such a little one… Smile as Rose grips the jewel and makes the prism's dance across the walls.
"Yes, she is quite discerning in her tastes, just like her mother." I say, watching the colors spin about. I hear Rose's happy thoughts, mixed between simple childish delight in the colors, and more advanced ideas of color and light and her father.
I sigh, and now it's my turn to tuck a stand of hair behind my ear. "I know it's disconcerting. Imagine it from my end, a infant that understands almost everything you say." Arch my eyebrow a bit, then soften my face again. "So I've made sure just about everything I say around her is positive, and tell her how beautiful the world is and how wonderful it is to be a part of it."
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Date: 2011-09-06 12:35 am (UTC)"Mm," I murmur, returning that wry look with some sympathy. "Usually you have at least a couple years before you have to watch out for little ears catching what you say, don't you?"
"So I've made sure just about everything I say around her is positive, and tell her how beautiful the world is and how wonderful it is to be a part of it."
"Good," I say quietly. "That's the best thing that you can do for any child." And even more important for a child like Rose. "I'm sure that she nows that she is loved."
If there's anything that can keep her as innocent as she is now - as innocent as any person can be - it will be attention like that.
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Date: 2011-09-06 01:13 am (UTC)"Tell me about it." I sigh. "No more cussing within earshot or talking about things I won't want to explain until she's at least sixteen!" I am sure the list of things I should keep to myself is much longer, but right now, I'll settle for normal topics. to avoid around children.
"That's the best thing that you can do for any child. I'm sure that she knows that she is loved."
Well, at least there are a few things I've done right. "Oh, that much she does know, don't you sweetling?" I say, leaning over to kiss the top of her little head. "Mummy loves you sooooo much!" I laugh, and she gurgles and coo's and squirms in Hermia's arms, smiling.