Post by dragon on Feb 22, 2012 23:03:54 GMT -5
"Around the tree, over the log, and through the tunnel!" The strings twisted and turned over Isori's skilled fingers to tighten and finish up as a pretty little bow with short trailers that were just short enough to stay out of reach of tiny grasping hands. "There we go!"
How ever had she gone from weaving tapestry and plaiting copious quantities of voluptuous hair to ... this? Very obviously, by having a baby! The little girl curled up and grabbed at her feet. Missing one of them, she turned both hands to the one foot she had managed to catch and attempted to stuff it into her mouth as she stared up at Isori. Who took the opportunity to try and wriggle that other tiny foot into a sock. Not that it was liable to stay there very long.
"You know, ladies aren't supposed to suck their feet. It's unbecoming." Isori teased, easing the other foot out of her daughter's mouth. Picking up a rag, she attempted to dry the drool off of it before slipping it into the other matching sock. Only to have to catch the first foot and rescue it from being de-socked. "Noooooooooo!" She protested, only to get a tiny giggle for an answer.
"Ugh, you're impossible!" Isori picked her up and laid her against her chest before wrapping an arm under the baby's bottom to hold her there.
I could just eat her. Aikelyth offered, though she wasn't at all serious and Isori knew it. The dragon was actually quite taken with the little tyke that had messed up all of her training to date. Which Isori was glad for ... Faranth help her if the dragon had decided to hate her for all the trouble she'd been the cause of!
"Riiiiiight. And then you'd get indigestion from all the fiber." Isori answered with a laugh, walking over to the Green to pat her snout affectionately.
Where are you going? You don't normally take such pains to put colors on the hatchling. Aikelyth inquired.
"You can't just walk out into the halls with a naked baby. It's indecent." Isori answered matter-of-factly. "So, I put her in a dress. I realize it's a bit bright of a color ... I should have used brown or something, instead of red. But I felt like it?" She offered.
How is it indecent in the hall, on the other side of a fabricated flat piece of wood deemed a door, but perfectly acceptable on this side to let the hatchling run around in her skin?
Isori's mouth worked for a moment, and then quirked off to the side in a perturbed expression. "Why do you have to ask these questions?" Really, her only concern was to get out of this room, and maybe, hopefully, if she was lucky, somehow manage to run into M'kai somewhere. She missed him, but hadn't had the heart to go actually seek him out, what with all the trouble he'd gotten into in recent months. She felt rather guilty about it all, and really didn't want to rub it in his face while he was dealing with it. It didn't change the fact that she missed him though. A girl could hope.
Because it doesn't make any sense? Aikelyth offered as Isori moved for the door.
"Culture rarely makes sense. Get used to it." Isori answered, before stepping out and shutting the door behind her. Humming a little tune in the back of her throat, she set out down the hall in a random direction. From here, it really didn't matter which way she went. It was all the same.
Resting her head against Isori's chest, Sorika just watched as the world went by as a blurry collage of colors that didn't make much sense yet. It was all too far away to see clearly, and she didn't have a clue what she was looking at anyway to really care. So she poked a thumb into her mouth to suckle, instead.
How ever had she gone from weaving tapestry and plaiting copious quantities of voluptuous hair to ... this? Very obviously, by having a baby! The little girl curled up and grabbed at her feet. Missing one of them, she turned both hands to the one foot she had managed to catch and attempted to stuff it into her mouth as she stared up at Isori. Who took the opportunity to try and wriggle that other tiny foot into a sock. Not that it was liable to stay there very long.
"You know, ladies aren't supposed to suck their feet. It's unbecoming." Isori teased, easing the other foot out of her daughter's mouth. Picking up a rag, she attempted to dry the drool off of it before slipping it into the other matching sock. Only to have to catch the first foot and rescue it from being de-socked. "Noooooooooo!" She protested, only to get a tiny giggle for an answer.
"Ugh, you're impossible!" Isori picked her up and laid her against her chest before wrapping an arm under the baby's bottom to hold her there.
I could just eat her. Aikelyth offered, though she wasn't at all serious and Isori knew it. The dragon was actually quite taken with the little tyke that had messed up all of her training to date. Which Isori was glad for ... Faranth help her if the dragon had decided to hate her for all the trouble she'd been the cause of!
"Riiiiiight. And then you'd get indigestion from all the fiber." Isori answered with a laugh, walking over to the Green to pat her snout affectionately.
Where are you going? You don't normally take such pains to put colors on the hatchling. Aikelyth inquired.
"You can't just walk out into the halls with a naked baby. It's indecent." Isori answered matter-of-factly. "So, I put her in a dress. I realize it's a bit bright of a color ... I should have used brown or something, instead of red. But I felt like it?" She offered.
How is it indecent in the hall, on the other side of a fabricated flat piece of wood deemed a door, but perfectly acceptable on this side to let the hatchling run around in her skin?
Isori's mouth worked for a moment, and then quirked off to the side in a perturbed expression. "Why do you have to ask these questions?" Really, her only concern was to get out of this room, and maybe, hopefully, if she was lucky, somehow manage to run into M'kai somewhere. She missed him, but hadn't had the heart to go actually seek him out, what with all the trouble he'd gotten into in recent months. She felt rather guilty about it all, and really didn't want to rub it in his face while he was dealing with it. It didn't change the fact that she missed him though. A girl could hope.
Because it doesn't make any sense? Aikelyth offered as Isori moved for the door.
"Culture rarely makes sense. Get used to it." Isori answered, before stepping out and shutting the door behind her. Humming a little tune in the back of her throat, she set out down the hall in a random direction. From here, it really didn't matter which way she went. It was all the same.
Resting her head against Isori's chest, Sorika just watched as the world went by as a blurry collage of colors that didn't make much sense yet. It was all too far away to see clearly, and she didn't have a clue what she was looking at anyway to really care. So she poked a thumb into her mouth to suckle, instead.