June 24, 1178
Iata's brother turned around as she dashed toward him, stopping just short of his feet. She didn't ordinarily seek him out during the day, nor he her, nor either of their cousins either of them--Tavrin's bizarre fascination with the Dovans aside, they'd outgrown most of their base social needs--but she doubted he'd appreciate being kept out of the loop.
Or would he care? Not like he gave her much response beyond a shrug. "Yes, here I am. What do you want?"
"Fine. How has your day been?"
Iata rolled her eyes. "Never mind that."
Next time, Atala would bring him the news--whether she liked it or not. "Just a notice for future, less pressing conversations."
Brows arched like inching caterpillars, Tavrin frowned. It wouldn't be the last Iata saw of those brows today, she was sure of it. "Pressing?"
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6 comments:
Bah. Sorry about the short, half-assed post :S
O.O Oh no!
OH NOO!!!!
This can't be good. (And by the way, the post was exactly the length it needed to be. ;))
Guess we'll see... :S
Dun, dun, DUN! But wait, why are they back?
There's something about Searle's pajamas that makes him look like an adult. :p
Tavrin's musings about the possibility here (loooong forgotten post).
I think it's the chest hair. I never noticed Searle had chest hair until I was taking those shots. It's so much darker than his actual hair.
Then again, his dad isn't exactly bald in the chest region, so I guess it could have been expected XD
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